Hey! Yeah. You. Aka bitch. What gave you the right to intrude… Float your sorrowful eyes into my… Where I am master, where I am kin…

Last night I existed as A twilight’s avenging angel. Wandering the wilderness Existing in a state of bliss Confusion lending me its hand -

Sasha my god you’ve left me alone… Despair drowning like a babe at se… Lost, yet found and nonconforming… Deep inside my head this makes abs… yet every filter is written off li…

I’m really pissed off. I am not going to listen to reason… You cannot make me speak. Yes I’m pissed, so don’t fuck wit… All that surrounds me is coming fr…

Call me please after the dial tone Something that’s known A vibraphone Resonating & vibrating & pulsating… Attacking the existence you though…

My fingers trace a path over the m… Smiles replace memories, the face… I trace down to the center, down t… What a beautiful journey! I’ve ne… Out-of-focus petals tease my eager…

You whispered softly in screaming… Unaware of the possibilities yet That your drowning echoes would ca… Performing yet, majestically, For any ear

Can you feel the breeze around the… Shuffling leaves and plagues and n… Across a dreamscape so quiet and s… Maybe I should warn her Danger lurks in places we stare

Lust with me. Love with me. Dance with me. Cry with me. Feel pain you’ve never felt before…

Riding on a pedal bike if asked a… I would have said my body’s sore f… And since Rosa kept her promise w… I know the anatomical term is name… It’s called a calf my friend excla…

Calming storms we battle proud And sometimes stuck behind the shr… Of calling out to our master’s dec… And wondering when we shall be all… One needn’t ask for permission to…

Sick of this distortion Reality sliding around like Bumper cars full of wayward childr… Celebrating the escape from a terr… I want to get off this ride and pr…

If it pleases to be teased we’ll h… Of marching feet on cleated time Bleated rhymes don’t suit me well If it’s time it’s time to tell That once we gel

I wasn’t sure why I decided that… Forsaken and beaten and weary Perhaps Perhaps not But it certainly raised the questi…

LadyJade would never fade into th… She might pout, she might cry But the provocateur will never die… Laced into her satin dreams Are tattered holes in tattered sea…