In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
