I wish I could sleep.
(2015)
Sleep
There I stand. I can see the world go by, interact with it through the magic of thought, but I am not there. I can not be hurt by those things for which I have no control or those thing...
Please say yes to me that you love… it might be to your benefit to say… If you’re about to say no to me, y… I will make it my mission to persu… If you do say yes to our love then…
Thinking of you.... Johanne... The light and the air and the wisps of your hair cascade like moonlight. The drops of your sweat, like dew upon your body. The rise of your chest, the so...
Small devils, demons, angels soull… Inhabit nether worlds avoid the li… Today they weave their webs in cyb… Vicarious they are another race We worked and played in stark real…
Take my eyes For I don’t want to see A world without you Cut my hands For this journey is meaningless
I lock the hotel door Behind me alone. And makes me realize I am like the shadow That can come and go
A rose painted blue is a reason. A green Turtle
A heart so tender... A spirit so fierce... A body so lush... Eyes so deep and bottomless... Her skin like creamy silk..so beau…
A lure of curves She lies Like a silken ribbon Limbs branch open wet Hard wood
I sound the call and yet I cry for the answer never comes I see the distant ocean sea and hear the sound of drums. And yet, although I would engage,
I must not slay your dragons, It is not the right thing to do, I must not fight your demons, Because they only come for you, I will not take away the nightmare…
another nightmare and I remember b… in bed, poised in between two worl… of dreams, the who Am i and the S… in wonder of this place i found my… A stranger in strange land without…
Last night an angel told me to fly… Through where there is no fire. That what has been suffered stays… and in prayers, I never died.
You are the One I turn to for help in these moments of weakness and times of need. I ask you to help him not to be sick. See? I have the bible open to Psalm 107:20 and it says here tha...
He sits in His room, pen and paper at hand, afraid that His missives are nothing but bland. Emotions unbridled
