The hand flirts in dangerous tides… As it travels through the midnight… Calm collected, undetected When the penetrating silence unend… A flip-flop slap

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…

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

You whispered softly in screaming… Unaware of the possibilities yet That your drowning echoes would ca… Performing yet, majestically, For any ear

25 Sep 2014 Edition Reflecting on this camping trip Certain things make me flip. My mind, my view, my purview How many of them are certain to

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 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.

I had an effervescent eminescent m… Decided that I had had enough of… I said goodbye to the memories of… One in which all the pain was neve… To ask me how the question became…

The soft cries of her voice escape… Behind her I exist in solitude, o… The dark ringlets float in the sil… And a beautiful sunset wanders int… The sheer fabric too floats over h…

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.

Uncontrolled, unparalleled, unstoppable, unfuckingbelievable. The child became a man before the man became a child. Has it ever been lost on those of us chirping loudest That we rely on...

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

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…

I told him it would be epic So to this standard I must now ho… My language hasn’t been quite sept… And there’s much of a tale to be t… And so I pour out to you, friends