Sown; Reaped We are magnificent Our time together is but an arc of… And my pen stumbles to keep up In every thought lies priceless re…

Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.

A back alley dogged howl Aloft and insidious Whirling room to room Carried on through morning Is alive and well

Soot It seems you may have some soot To gather, to get rid No other place but on your face It stays, persists

You are the catalyst of my purpose… an invader of freewill; A welcome trader, in everything I…

Death by dreaming; bedim my eyes It crept in scrawl, skin and all The thoughts in tandem; tantrum, w… Upon the “waking”, with words expl…

Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.

Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…

When I was just a kid No more than thirteen Decidedly I grabbed A nightmares dream With contemporary belief

In this time of need, feeling inco… and relying on unfolded dreams questioning every last belief buried in the deepest of seam is a book I have yet twice to read…

A devastating delay, In-direction… Wars throbbing erection. On this acoustic world, the boots… In the mud, impressions of hijacke… Run, run, run... on blood-bound so…

We are almost there... Of aged Spirit; Of ripe cycles returning home to e… Made from quilted wounds, and soon… A Curtain Calling Us Home.

When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.

The bulletproofing fucking failed! I’m left now to face a face, of nothing more than brittle shale… Content with my reflection, I gaze at what you abhor.