Show me; Tell me. Or is this a matter of being seen, with the coming on of a little anx… Just show me;

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

Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.

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…

my heart is beating and for this i am thankful i can breathe i can breathe! my heart is beating

A Clock I draw from, with no surplus of Time. I must reconcile the fact, that until now; I’ve been in full black and white.

She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;

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

Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter

When I gather up the last count of my own scattered teeth. past present ovation for the failure of some cosmic sheath. of softened rain promised or the discord of confusions tone the mo...

You should worry, Babe; I am coming. I’m on my way; On the Return. That openness you shared with me,

~ PUNCTURE-WOMB ~ Creating pretty holes and lovely h… Making spaces for stained~glass pa… Now sunlit, with vistas of red, so… —My Womb with a view.

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.

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