Ever had this feeling before?
A To Two and Too The scales are now in balance The Moon Sun and Stars
A bicycle, I see submerged in wat… Its spokes suffocating, waiting fo… What roads it must have taken? A… It is destined to lie in that swam… A slumbering relic of a past memor…
The fuse of your time bomb fizzes, juices flowing escorting cancerous puss through your honeycombed pores sealed scabs like plugholes
What is it you see Through that veil between your eye… Do you see flowers? A palette of emotional passion? Or perhaps you feel the breeze
A symphony of the selfish thoughts… Thoughts that were once so clever… now overpowered by the clatter and… Far from mine. Perhaps I was thinking of an emot…
She sucked my essence, out of the ether into the space between our lips Fibers uniting
Gnashing razors foamed at the neck tearing flesh from the innocent, the boy cried wolf, red graffiti o… no one listens.
You are looking down at a river That runs off into a horizon Thinking of what we feel seems to… With someone. But there is something you must re…
Wading in a pond of emotions not knowing how to swim with an instrument he has no control over, the fisherman skinny dips the surf…
To soothe my cluttered imagination, I’d take a bath in a Japanese hot-spring, next to a fair medieval maiden, dressed in the style of a western, whispering stories of the Dream-time, d...
Torn between choice; ruby lips, fl… one forbidden to the laws of love I hardly know. All over waters, each a journey the accumulation of such
Shadowed by an over-arching banana… a constant reminder of my failures I sit on a lonely island, a castaway of broken dreams success seven lucky seas away.
I took the small words on paper in… and watched them implode around me first its edges, gently my fingers pressing down to submer… the center full of water
There is something about a woman who exudes totality A radiance that commands on looker… swirling like Medusa her strands of hair the snakes fro…
I stare down the broken surface of the mad hatter’s tea cup, the symbols stained on his trigger… grasshoppers, cranked back to laun… their ravaging plague onto me;
