Quotes by : A.P. Sweet

at night i loved her at night i waited under the tarp at night i watched her looking up at the stars....

Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.

awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover....

I kiss the soil as if it is the last time I will recognize the beauty she has given the trees.

Sometimes at night when the moon is almost full and my hands go numb from writing, I cleanse myself of....

The moon makes love to the ocean and in this holy conception it gives birth to a little tide.

My thoughts are with you all. Forever conscious of the vast, absurd universe and writing my eternal story....

i witness the birth of the moon and her servants walking the night sky pulling us into their wake

where does it derive its strength? is it the blood soaked soil? or the fear stained heart?

the heavens raped from our misuse of love