no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
