From the dust we come and back we… as life begins and exceeds all kno… Neither one is pertinent here its betwixt the two that stands al… As that’s the meat that houses bon…
true and real faith hides its face… between ego and a barrage of hurt… we endure our lives as an out as a… asides fluttering in subliminal ec… our stage and act is someone else’…
echoes drowning echoes noises heartbeats gone wind blown
hold me stale my brain blows foul gale I need some assistance to fuel me steady pour me something
Slim desire, come and nourish me Let my bygone youth play havoc sti… Be the appeal of all fabric lay he… Steely eyed, insulated, a melodic… Slim desire, come and force feed m…
seen through the eyes of the deaf the dancer looks bizarre moving odd and jerky like a stick man on pages flipped they understand the need for movem…
Down the roads and corridors You’ve rattled far and wide Drawn comfort from the shade Pulled like blinds before your eye… Learning next to nothing
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…
The sacrificial lamb of daily drud… Can cheat death at will, though ne… With corduroy eyelids that keep ou… And ears full of lies and deceit With no one to hear him or notice…
Through the forest of old nightmar… past the misty fog of sweat and te… broken light sheds no path or fare… I’m too lost to hide without it, half a world lies pallid and prost…
The sullen call of the ravens voic… as their flapping wings flood the… A blanket of seamless black floats carrying the night to the other si… Drifting late the soaring swirls
it was less than heavy the smell was more subtle than str… an ethereal or angelic waft though my nose is often wrong, but I recall it so vividly
Under the blanket of a starless ni… my inane smile just a make-up pain… as I wander down a lane that’s nam… and choke back tears on years gone… I dream a dream of circumstance
you paint your smile like an acrob… a glass tumbler in your hands, a fragile set of circumstances that vapor their way to uncertaint… the melting ice of desperation
it seems so far away almost out of reach, in a way, last among the tumbling thoughts that mingle; turning hearts hard, beyond all obscure leanings
