Valued golds on display... Holding your scepter as you sway. Declared synopsis of the game... Devalued pawns, for you...they are… In your throne of deceit,

I want to lunge at it with full force– to rip it apart until there’s nothing left of it– To never lay eyes on it again

I’m OLD By Imrogue I can’t see far When I drive my car— I can’t see near—

The marmalade sky Extends to the horizon Violets and blues Shaded the canvas’ hues Sun...sets incredibly soon.

A quick glimpse of him As we passed each other... To the barracks ... questions to be answered. He was tied, no sense to fight.

Array of sea glass arts meticulously displayed with pride. Framed art mosaics with hues of red, blue, green, brown... pink and the purple... the rarest…

Today, we build the stage out of cinder blocks. We’ll use a stick for her scepter and a sheet for her cape. Intertwined honey suckle vines

I swim in my tears day after day while distant shore awaits quicksand to another realm. I balance on the rope across life’s ragged-edged cliff.

Along the dark alleys, Through their constant lies. Among bigots and hypocrites. Knives on his back as they spit On the ground he bellowed from the…

Looking for answers— Same questions, always asked— In the darkness

Sing me a song of love and fate. Devoid of exhaustion from contenti… The wall had appeared... keeping permanence...I fear Save me from anguish I feel.

I remembered the rise and fall of… that gloomy afternoon... I took a closer look at you in the hospital bed where you lay.… Your beautiful face was swollen

I have a secret to tell you. a stranger appears in my bedroom mirror every waking moment. He looks at me intently...

Find me reasons to be true to my heart You broke it once, twice... keeping my eyes forever blind.