Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Seed

 

Growing up like a weed makes one feel good

From a child to a man, goes just like it should

And, in time you’re allowed to spread seed to wood

But, never dare think of a time you’ll ask, “could?”

Billy Radd
Asheville

Friday, January 8, 2016

Craving Nothing



Craving nothing results in everything, so

One must notice the darkness to see the light.

Hearing one note in the noise doesn’t make a song,

But, it allows one to find the muse.

I know what I know because I don’t know everything.

Be like the wind, pulled by the low places, pushed by the high.

Billy Radd

Asheville