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

one will plays the role carried like a dead man tomorrow, will have accomplished madness and wisdom, and a trip to hell

What thoughts have I, in mind against its grain; aware, but in shallowness dressed, humanity’s drain, drowns my spirit… beside myself, of doubt filled dre…

The waning world yet slowly turns, around it’s blazing sun it sorely… nation’s whim, turned alee again, weakness trends, as wonting strife… moment tossed in each mind’s torme…

Quite smitten she smolders, in deceptions wild serenade; drawn sensually, to a jades lithe and playful masqu… backed under, and into a word,

We students, are the future and as nurturing features all must respect, and obey Nature, as our muse and teacher however, we must willingly

My life, bleeds into the well of this pen; its point to skin, life’s caustic sin; at loss, this connection,

heaven, escaping hell, over the Earth; from which we came, our moment of birth; to imagine, reality,

The struggle for survival’s questionable stability, exhausts the best of your energy for life; Assumption’s sass

frowns and fakes, smiling snakes; heartless reprisals, mindless denials; thoughtless anguish,

“…in a nationally televised speech, Dwight D. Eisenhower addresses the American people for the last time as president. Expressing ideas that seem prophetic in retrospect, Eisenhower off...

Silence, shears these flushed and… where life’s divide descends, thro… voiced concerns, hold no mere mort… words hang below, the gasp from mi… often, one’s jest reverts to hatre…

who that one wits’ curl fun way truth.. tet, sure was proof soft in the hooves

“Rainy day, dream away Ah let the sun take a holiday Flowers bathe an’ ah see the child… Lay back and groove on a rainy day… Jimi Hendrix 1968

beating hearts knowin how it starts we imagine what doesn’t like reality focusing incredible