If I asked you if I loved you wou… Caught up in the goings on of the… So and so said they were there Unaware of the stares. So I’m looking backward at a posi…
Paint: It goes where it isn’t supposed to Much like the way your stares Found their way through This zoo of emotion
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
Chicken wire? Live wire? Unadorned attire Ripping apart One white-knuckled clench at a tim…
Sonder I ponder Clearly the day drifts on and wear… Of elegant decay. What’s that, you say? You too?
“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…
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
If I were sitting where you were, I would wonder what I was peering… I too would feel confusion I too would start to wonder– Hmmm… And my mind would drift off too.
The street is familiar The lanes are not. I’ve fallen in again And am now distraught. I couldn’t see what needed to be s…
He came from a land of trees Cuz freedom wasn’t free enough Spoke with passion screaming from… And I was torn between hearing ev… And I had to take his torch
Last night I existed as A twilight’s avenging angel. Wandering the wilderness Existing in a state of bliss Confusion lending me its hand -
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…
Hello my name is Christopher and… Why to ace this gig and become the… My tools aren’t meant to destroy But to build empires within the so… A place within each and every one
When every day the turning sphere Advises below the trophosphere; I pen my thoughts with tools in mi… Soon enough we’re shown the tangle… ~C
LadyJade would never fade into th… She might pout, she might cry But the provocateur will never die… Laced into her satin dreams Are tattered holes in tattered sea…