Uneasy leanings dwell silently Within the vanilla heart Projecting a usual and normal face Tired whims of vagabonds To all around your blood pumps loy…
You draw the light and dark away Like creation revoked Swirling back spun echoes Sucked down clockwise A visible vortex rotating
through the broken windows with the peeling paint with the cracked putty and the ghosts of faces peering echoes yelled
her life was an open book her verse a word too long full stops a bridge thatched far her length not short enough she struts around the edges
I’ve studied your forms your ideals and mystique, your weapon and sets your trips and traps, the economy of movement
I’d bite your face off with my lup… lick away the blood from the delus… that uneasy vagrancy, that emotion… rests with the clumps of my resolv… your delectable fist was once made…
we forego our own happiness just as puppets we hang by the thr… we once owned hopes our aspirations are just lengths o… we had a faith in a future
This feeling I have is of complet… This is hopelessness coupled with… A wave of abject misery, falling How can I wish I wasn’t here This feeling I have of despicable…
How have I missed this I’d forgotten how beautiful you ar… And I’m caught in you gaze A lightening bolt to the eyeball A thrust of electric rain
Like snowflakes nestled on the bac… That get swept up by demons devour… The infectious raindrops trickle s… Into the limestone skulls of edens… And like a spiders web seen when w…
Through the clouds its whispers va… Of forgotten tomorrows the muse do… And drill its personified lateral… Into the ground lest the dust repl… The life walked was almost never r…
A hand full of letters with hand w… Is my legacy and all my life has a… A short straw drawn, a street less… Wouldn’t stave this ghost, this da… And it takes my breath and thought…
a still, calm expanse of water secluded, a tree lined reservoir a full moons motorcycle lamp spray… a shotgun blast of white gold over… down in its murky fathoms we writh…
At the heart of loss Lives a gory malcontent Petulant and peevish Though, believes all is his to ven… Tardy and resilient
watch my tears swell the corners of my eyes run the red tinge from constant sheddi… in my eyes it leaves its tincture as the pain of life leas its harsh…