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I love the desert more than the city
Yucca and pinyon mean more to me than all the steel and glass
Show me the cacti
Let me smell the maize
It's where my grandparents retired
In that magic oasis
But my true love is the sand and wind-weathered stone
I'll trade the Flamingo
MGM
Ceaser
Circus Circus
Treasure Island, and everything else
If only you'll let me breathe the dry, hot air as I get my feet soaked in the crystal water
If you smell colitas, you've travelled too far west
But
If you see rattlers with diamonds
Coyotes
Dust devils
The Grand Canyon
Should you stumble upon the forgotten pueblos and notice people speak more and more of that sexy Spanish
Then you are in my paradise
Where the rain blesses things sparingly
Because even though it's old people
Are long gone
Their purity still remains
In every grain of dirt and sand
They're singing in the stars
Yucca and pinyon mean more to me than all the steel and glass
Show me the cacti
Let me smell the maize
It's where my grandparents retired
In that magic oasis
But my true love is the sand and wind-weathered stone
I'll trade the Flamingo
MGM
Ceaser
Circus Circus
Treasure Island, and everything else
If only you'll let me breathe the dry, hot air as I get my feet soaked in the crystal water
If you smell colitas, you've travelled too far west
But
If you see rattlers with diamonds
Coyotes
Dust devils
The Grand Canyon
Should you stumble upon the forgotten pueblos and notice people speak more and more of that sexy Spanish
Then you are in my paradise
Where the rain blesses things sparingly
Because even though it's old people
Are long gone
Their purity still remains
In every grain of dirt and sand
They're singing in the stars
Literature
Werewolf
Everything was going swell.
Then suddenly, like a feeling from hell,
My sight begins to mist over,
Staggering away from the place,
Fur appearing on my face,
A howl resonates many times over.
Rage turning me mad,
Pain onto others making me glad,
And then with a flicker of sanity.
I see my self standing in a pool of blood,
A child's tears mingling with mud,
I pray for you all to see.
That throughout the rain and sorrow,
The full moon on the morrow,
Will see a werewolf die.
Literature
The Night of Her Spirit
Impending arrival
of our embrace
yet for reasons
unbeknownst to me,
I can smell your
scent in the night air.
The wolves have
gathered once again
and they follow
closely at my feet
for on this very night
we search for your spirit.
An apparition that haunts
these woods eternally
and all that are
drawn into her forest
have never again
seen the light of day.
Though in life,
our souls were as one
and as I have despaired
for three hundred years,
I shall join you this night
under the lunar radiance.
Howling pierces the silence
once held only by
the stirring winds
as your ghost has been
unveiled to my eyes.
Literature
Superhero
If I told you that I knew Superman, I don't think you'd believe me. But if I told you that I knew a Scott Williams, you probably would.
You could tell within the first few minutes of talking to Scott that there was something odd about him. He was very eccentric, for one thing. He often spoke loudly even if you were standing right next to him. His glasses always seemed too big for his freckly face. He seemed to blink a bit more than was necessary. And whenever he'd meet someone new, he'd examine their face very carefully, as though trying to determine their character.
But by far the oddest thing about Scott was that he always wore a superh
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I was born and raised in New York City, but I'll always be in love with the Mojave.
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That's awesome, you think the Mojave is good come to Arizona, southern arizona. The Sonoran desert is gorgeous.