Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs