Subtlety’s speaking, cradles inten… claver’s murmurings, missives’ def… honesty addled, stillness rejects sensitive Confiteor so kind; brutally, irksome squabbling pract…

Silence holds me as it’s prisoner my self’ inner child cries out for a complete release from solitude; does not quiet, a soul s…

That quiet, awakens death, releasing time’s idol reigns supreme within

pain’s tears drench my soul my blood flowing blue, takes contr… seducing both agony and ecstasy pain exquisitely melds into pleasu… as one’s closed eyes secretly smil…

On this night I open myself to that other side of wanderlust… remembering, the moves

In law; not her, the subornation o… Is a “crime”… from the “swearing o… to tell the truth in a legal proce… be it spoken or written.” See where IAM going with this?

each thought, on a breath inclined of indecision trails failing embers

This broken nail, these cloven hoo… my daze begins as I hoist up my drawers and scratch my arse upon mind’s opening porch at first glance it seems

“the body of solid blue, My Prayer; that I, might clean away the rust, in the crevasses, in the hinges, o… Come, with God and Gold and Pear…

A call of love is heard winds of wish find you tonight open please your life for heart and soul love reignite wet your lips, kiss the dream

If defined as finished, or an ending to one’s episode’ ode to ends or green’ to spinach yours is no worse than that of a Spaniard’ trip to [Mexico]

silence, it will be fleeting, your time or what is left; memory of your will, will slowly fade; as for bleeding,