Stretching out over one million, six hundred seventy four thousand, two hundred thirty six, and three quarter miles, my sentence grew tired, because of all the words that were inserted ...
Gluttony When satisfaction remains an etern… When the satiable becomes the insa… When enough is a new beginning It is hunger on a frantic journey
Tears at the Funeral We weep for our loved ones Gone from us forever Torn away by life That draws us together
As the old looks upon the young in the same manner when they were… under the influence of controlling… those primal urges, those invading sexual desires,
Poor old Fred: He was born on February 29, 1956, but he’s only 17 years old. He’s a teenage old geezer he is. Feb 29th only comes up every 4 years, but he has been alive for 68 years. H...
Poetry in the air with eyes of a h… With telephoto lenses And metaphoric wings, And me in their sights, My contented self,
The tightening of the straps, the dam that impedes the flowing of the river that runs to places unknown, the numbing of the passion,
Secrets in the deep-sea world unde… the wind-blown waves, many fathoms under the reach of th… further down under the tall, waterlogged swaying ocea…
Rainbows, your proud entrance after the gray has gone, your triumphant arches reaching in… the aegis upon your breast chasing… into places beaten down by your co…
Out of the sky such beauty falls Into iridescent drops and teary ba… Through misty corridors and shiny… Kingly promenades and narrow strai… From natal clouds where angels cry
Way up above the earth, up above the crow’s nest, further up through the clouds, beyond where the eyes can see, where the skies brush up against
The tie that binds with longing br… Bound together with sacred hinges, Spanning over memories of sordid p… Times of weakness and times of sha… Souls need souls to share a secret…
Full of secret thoughts and revela… Hidden from view in secluded close… Sordid dreams and perverted dramas… A representation of the darkness w… The side that no one wants to visi…
Child of teachers of teachers from generations afore, teachers with only survival of the fittest on their sordid minds, lessons taught and lessons learned…
My two worlds too far apart drift further away from each other with each passing hour with my mind still in the material… of weights and measures, sinking i…