I wasn’t sure why I decided that… Forsaken and beaten and weary Perhaps Perhaps not But it certainly raised the questi…
Agonizing wake of a summer sea Setting down upon the breeze Feeling me, feeling this moment And I drop back into a haze of em… Repetition and repetition
Sasha my god you’ve left me alone… Despair drowning like a babe at se… Lost, yet found and nonconforming… Deep inside my head this makes abs… yet every filter is written off li…
The journey of life continues down… Sometimes smooth, sometimes rough,… I have traveled down the road for… It is apparent that the road I am… Not a wall, but a fence which I c…
Somewhere in a cornered mind I came through the other side Just as fine but not without wear Down to my bones of a yesteryear. Enthralled at captured memories
Cascading thoughts drifting into k… Of disbelief given the circumstanc… Around which I dance and give to… Trying extemporaneously to divulge That which cannot be taken
You whispered softly in screaming… Unaware of the possibilities yet That your drowning echoes would ca… Performing yet, majestically, For any ear
Calming storms we battle proud And sometimes stuck behind the shr… Of calling out to our master’s dec… And wondering when we shall be all… One needn’t ask for permission to…
Tendencies, tendencies where do yo… Tendencies, tendencies who woulda… flying through the breeze like a c… santa-bound with his sack and his… sink it down and let it swirl arou…
“Why can’t you just fucking take i… You’d think the metallic bat in yo… You’d think it might be that loade… You might even question if I’m di… I don’t swing that way but swings…
Riding on a pedal bike if asked a… I would have said my body’s sore f… And since Rosa kept her promise w… I know the anatomical term is name… It’s called a calf my friend excla…
A quiet contemplative morose and s… Planted voids, ineptitude wide Followed a path once forgotten Lain before me by a reckless aband… Of tears and of shallow memories
Can you imagine not being yourself… Can you get lost in the words of a… Do you feel as if on the edge of m… Do you cry when steeped in sadness… Will your parents die when you lea…
Roses are red; Violets are blue. Haiku 18 Jan
You can never be sure of when you… You can always be sure that you wi… And while every breath can still b… What reason is that to stop having… A woman so central, a woman so str…
