Stairway to Heaven

There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

– Led Zeppelin, Stairway to Heaven

And with each step

They left a  bleeding scratch;

Something to remember them by


The Road

“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.”

― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass



“Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy”
― Michael Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion

Vestiges of eternal love adorn axioms
of universal truth, edicts from beyond
the realms of human comprehension,
self-professed writers, lovers, and poets,
graffiti-artists haunt this decaying ruin.

The atrophy of their words echoes
in the moss-covered stone:
scars on a self-mutilated body.