There is always time you’ll never… Stacks of newspapers, tupperware a… Staring back at my listless eyes Despising the rising of layers of… Rusted unto an otherwise strengthe…

Roses are red, Violets. Lazy as fuck. ~C 25 Sep

Call me please after the dial tone Something that’s known A vibraphone Resonating & vibrating & pulsating… Attacking the existence you though…

He flew with poise and energetic g… Stinger lancing out, if only you c… But of course not you fool, He’s a fucking bee. Expressionless remorse as he hones…

How you left is the same way you e… Bewildered I wouldn’t kiss you with my heart… And still you begged For my lips to stay close to yours…

If it pleases to be teased we’ll h… Of marching feet on cleated time Bleated rhymes don’t suit me well If it’s time it’s time to tell That once we gel

In my life so far, I have kept a… I feel like this mystery is becomi… To some it may not be a mystery at… This mystery is my soul. Is it the lock to my whole being.

I wasn’t sure why I decided that… Forsaken and beaten and weary Perhaps Perhaps not But it certainly raised the questi…

Can you feel the breeze around the… Shuffling leaves and plagues and n… Across a dreamscape so quiet and s… Maybe I should warn her Danger lurks in places we stare

Springing down, upon and forth to… There is no other to say where and… To begin, confused and saying his… His destruction’s begun without th… This word’s manifest his disconten…

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…

If you thought you knew the fires… Deep within the recesses of my min… And if you thought you knew the fl… Then you aren’t truly aware Of that which I am about to say.

I love the irrationality of her si… strapped around her thigh like a g… Choking off the sights of stranger… And fearsome grunts of displeasure At envious lust in their own bough…

Lust with me. Love with me. Dance with me. Cry with me. Feel pain you’ve never felt before…

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