(2013)
I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say
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...
I was talking with myself a little… When promptly did I learn, that t… And having finally found out, once… —He was without a doubt making no… Until I thought, in that moment I…
Breathe with the streets, the dark… A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the… and more... planning out my killing floor.
Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s comin… It’s on it’s way; on the return. That openness you shared with me; Has been searing a brand, On every thought I have of you.
These Bleeding Cracks upon my Fa… Split and Crawl as they Retrace Tears Draining from my Eyes Broken; Gazing in Disgrace.
A letter written with love not to be mistaken for a love lett… Could all at once, once read end my affair with love. I could at a moments notice write…
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…
I am hearing the words, those word… “Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki… —I would rather don the tattered c… Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut… A ragged layer upon pure awareness…
A marching band that radiates no v… A parade celebrating ancient whisp… Time in procession lifts the weigh… This 'All Together’ gathering like a billion sparks thrown at on…
I turn out my Flesh, To turn on my Spirit; The needs that come and go. A Turnstile counting; She’ll know it when she feels it,
Wrecking Ball Breaking Something Testing Me Forget; Forget Hollow Spirit Lie For Your Blood Obsessing
Show me; Tell me. Or is this a matter of being seen, with the coming on of a little anx… Just show me;
Stray from tender infusion, 'cause docile doesn’t work. Embrace the fasting revolution, and prowl, where gluttony lurks. Survival of the fittest,
Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.