Pay my taxes,
punch the clock,
Raise my own hell,
don’t do you no harm.
Get off my back man,
take a minute,
hurry up!
Last cigarette,
I promise.
Running around,
pure electricity,
Keys in the front door,
sweet relief.
A day in the wilderness,
calm release.
Otherwise, its the bourgeois maze.
Gotta form a plan,
get out.
Eternal freedom,
no doubts.
Valparaiso
For you,
I’d learn to write love songs in Spanish,
Sonnets in Italian,
Haikus in Portugese.
The kindest disposition,
Warm hands, tender lips.
For you,
I write love notes in the morning,
Dance all evening,
And sing until my voice has gone.
The night is young, this moment’s fleeting,
We roam the city while its sleeping.
For you,
I’ll brave the cold, the rain,
Climb cliffs to sit hand in hand,
Hearts open, love flowing.
At the Sea
(Yours Truly, Photographed by: Tom Pearce)
Watch me tightrope walking,
Far above the great abyss,
One with all and nothingness.
Juggling the knives left in my side for sport,
Sun rising like blood pressure, ’til it’s boiling hot,
Readymade excuses, laid out all for naught.
Come have another gin,
Dance, dance, dance on the edge with me,
Clinging to the last of civility.
Your Love
sea meets mountains
birds swirl about for morning meals
the sky hangs sweet, mellow
and I am lying on a cliff
enveloped in your love
With You
unravel
stark thoughts crashing into the shore in your mind
summer weather creeping its way into spring
kissing ether, ground firm in the dirt
love fills every corner of your heart
as light staves off the dawn of night
Revolt (Prelude)
The news dulls my senses, drinking whiskey like it’s 1920
Morning light shines in on bare walls, two years and still no art up
Love crazed/cold heart, how can both reside in the same body?
Selfish lack of thought, but don’t whine about it baby
Bombs dropped for peace, yet refugees kept out, stonewalled?
All in all, rather be six feet under than continue to suffer
The time to resist is always now
Hayden Winston 
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