Inspired by a poem, a written account of a dream, by a friend. The loneliness they felt moved me; I felt compelled to write. No names need to be mentioned, I'm sure they know who they are!
I have no retail value no coven of worldly wealth, just a face full of scars and a back full of lashed welts, a throat full of promises that cho…
Ink splashes across a moonlit nigh… Leaving an oil paintings texture Turbid, its cloudless face shines Moving silt, flourishing A flowers rest from forced growth
your sprawling eye has no hurrican… a gentle edge, a softer rain, that scent you wear, like cakes ba… I get pulled into your shop as I… and you stand there enticing me
my voice carries no weight its cadence flows though mute to a… I’m the invisible man, a wraith, a… inconsequential, insignificant unseen, transparent in the room
human nature is a strange thing we waste our time chasing unobtain… try to control the uncontrollable instead of letting go and moving w… moving past the beauty
A pep talk to the masses A chat to ease high spirits back i… The northern drawl as sickly as mo… A lemon sucked grin upon his face “The world is ours, if we choose t…
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
I swallowed your version of lies and held on tight to mine, I didn’t think this was the right… to over guild the lily, I’m not sure why you’re paddling u…
a frozen man crucified pools of resolve drip and drip, a slow segregated waterfall every droplet shed born of sin. eyes search its swirling eddy
Oh sacred heart Don’t let me suffer Oh sacred heart Don’t forsake my dreams Oh sacred heart
its hard to look beyond these twis… these inventions of need, they hang like clouds rain comes like the wail of a dyin… a tortured look upon a face
you give me small favours more cold than aloof, your vaccine is a tawdry air the scrawl on a strange arm, you have my heart and I’d like it…
ghosts of your blood litter this f… strewn about the walls, arterial s… your final act of conscious though… an urge to steal yourself away resting there on embossed paper
I’m not so sure that a kiss on the… this gradient lets the our world s… we could wish for a tad more from… but we know we’ll cry out our eyes… no seeds grow, this soil lays stil…
I had a dream the other night the sky was as grey as slate, and i knew only too well i was walking an astral plane, people here don’t know the truth