Through the clouds its whispers va… Of forgotten tomorrows the muse do… And drill its personified lateral… Into the ground lest the dust repl… The life walked was almost never r…
there seems no edge to this sword as it razors down to my neck, and the whistle from the wind of a… gives my ears a tiny kiss, mitigate my love and hope
your love was a driving force it was a blind thing that kept my… kept my stride perfect and wide co… and my heart awash with stringent… but lately as the pace endures
I sink back into its black embrace… through the fog, the misted flecks… trapped in its world, without hope… negative energy pulses through my… this dead sea has me adrift a furt…
there’s a breeze I feel about my face and frame, no location can be found but you you turn the milk sour as the mirr… the street below bustles a way awa…
I’m writing this for all the ladie… and have gazed down at the scales… for all the girls who wish to emul… real men prefer a fuller figured w… I’ve watched my wife’s starvation…
Wisdom is a gift bestowed to the f… When they realise that all around… And heads can’t be housed in the s… Their stupidity is seen like the m… They’ll kick and scream against th…
a flaming profusion of synthetic r… and a cheeky moulded plastic face a hole in your back where my hand… to move your mouth and make you al… though no movement in those electr…
as my thoughts thaw and my mind comes alive, alone in its brevity Its tattered disguise, I feel the darkness call
manipulate my elastic bones betwixt your fingers if you dare they wont break they just bend and spring right back wring them out if you wish
your sprawling eye has no hurrican… a gentle edge, a softer rain, that scent you wear, like cakes ba… I get pulled into your shop as I… and you stand there enticing me
the train tracks gently rattle in… and a wind chime calls an atmosphe… the wind blows a leaf strewn force… and I’m lost in the purpose of my… gutters magnifying a slow trickle…
I met a girl and her name was a fl… that burned under my skin mixing f… and each time she came in my room she took me to pieces and put me b… and I don’t know where she is now
Ink splashes across a moonlit nigh… Leaving an oil paintings texture Turbid, its cloudless face shines Moving silt, flourishing A flowers rest from forced growth
falling as the fingers of time do like a naked gloveless hand willing shadows to encroach it, de… that’s how we will it