(2013)
All of us have glass hearts
A hand full of letters with hand w… Is my legacy and all my life has a… A short straw drawn, a street less… Wouldn’t stave this ghost, this da… And it takes my breath and thought…
I’m not sure if what I seek truly exists I’ve followed its tracks shed tears in the foam of its wake I’ve pursued it
a burgeoning fear than gnawed upon… shadows descend in corners like sp… amplified sounds snap in your ears… and every movement espied is where… footsteps pacing and candles being…
dark eyes sleep deprived dark cloudless skies lay in slumber shadows call
I have no retail value no coven of worldly wealth, just a face full of scars and a back full of lashed welts, a throat full of promises that cho…
Fists, feet, elbows and finger tip… Swords, pole and all weapons known The warriors arsenal an affront to… Knees, insteps and heels eat the s… Calm violence an explosive dichoto…
the sky turned from blue to black as I staggered off the train, you, more holding me than I you we found no comfort in the arms of… the streets growing darker
your exhales are like a freezing w… as if the vacuum of space you draw… everything out to a baseline readi… you choke all the fun from a room, a spitfire heart and a tenacious c…
an odd portent slips into my mind its razor shaves my throats skin it leads to a crash of mettle and… then its over as soon as its begin much can be seen in its misty glas…
“and with stark realization I notice faithful and free, that you’re indeed edison and the elephant in the mirror is… two black headlamps
they lied to me at school I got told the world was my oyster… upon leaving school I realised I was allergic to shellfish. they lied to me at school
My dark night of the soul Has lasted over forty years long Interminable, the blanket of angst The gouge in my psyche Damaging thoughts that urge more d…
Breath sharp, fast, rasping Legs pumping, hands grasping Verdant roads span and greet As the cyclist pursues the endless… Eyes fixed, heart pounding
it seems that my facial hair is ne… too long to be classed as stubble,… its in that grey area where the on… its the sensation on a partners sk… now do I shave and be whistle clea…
how easy it would be to slip back into old familiar way… back to a time when control wasn’t… and self loathing made decisions e… once upon a misery