(2013)
My soul is young My soul is old My soul reflects Atomic gold. And over lives
As long as You don’t know What you did, You’ll get away.
How many times can I say I love t… Pull the tarp off of the sun. I need to learn.
I’ve crowned The Mighty Never in… For if and when are where I’ve al… To hang the Hows and crucify the… An oath I’ll take to ev’ry grave… The idlest illness in any patient;
She makes a tree full of birds tha… All start chirping to themselves a… The sound remains the same but the… She’s not synchronized with the pa… Her thoughts are like rockets that…
Six blue jays converge at the birc… To sing their anomalous colloquial… They fashion a serene scene as the… My mind so inclined to blindly sin… As I ponder their ways, in my mid…
I love the way the sky defends the… The way the waves do break upon th… But when the clouds seep in to dis… My eyes begin to guide the tides o… My fingers twitch; I smell the he…
….and They picked each other apart like flower petals until
Curiosity killed the cat. But the cat has nine lives. Not really. You’re wise, You accidentally design lies.
Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters
Lightsaber-toothed styled liars slay the monarch of truth with denial and desire; sharp and swift—smile of fire— And all of this teething is leavin…
It’s a wild tourist attraction for the stoic opulent mess, Atrocity in its burning glory, joyous and omnipresent, The fire singeing my wry reaction,
My father had a motorcycle. It was a Triumph. Once in a while he would put me on the back and take me for rides.
I can’t wake up from this nightmar… from love, distrust and our desper… the loneliest creature; broken hom… what didn’t I do and what have you… sorry to inform you, you’re not th…
I am going to dig your grave in time and someone else will be digging mine— Mortality is
