(2013)
Sometimes we go along with things because we don't understand we have options
this cold pervasive slick of jealo… this blast of foaming envy, the choke hold grip of the monster its two emerald jewels that glare the inflated egos that perish in l…
to your cupboard and above this ta… where raw shapes made a satanic bl… two strangers conjoined in a labou… the iron and silk of monotony pret… you hitch your dress for a parade…
The world is a cruel place I hear… The sheer weight can make you sink As you walk along a sandy beach Going from one end and then back a… Carrying varying shapes along
from the bottom of your glass you see a different dimension time doesn’t sway your eye or friends that need attention you’re holding secret mass
the world and all its trappings that you drape around your gold, the lace and frills you wear all tell a tale, they speak of disappointment
I throw the rope over the beam and stand upon the stool place the noose around my neck sob and cry and drool an unmistakable sadness
the dreary call of an impish grin a devil may care shrug and an over… a growl and a torch of yellow vent… you can’t forget me, I’m the infal… the one with crimson in my eyes an…
Death stalks us all to dissolve the sadly visible he’s a fickle lonely horseman portraying only a mood a representation of fear
how these shadowed souls lie in wa… black eyes and dark fleshed hearts… like mannequins entombed in the gl… silent footsteps over broken glass… the truism of it all is a smotheri…
you run wild with blissful abandon willful ignorance to others cares jump straight in with nothing to l… head first through doors showing y… your persona is less than conduciv…
I don’t feel the same the world moves, and I stay... sta… a desire for life that’s twisting its creaking, its gnarled wood is… I hold on to no hope
It seems I spend my life trying n… The egg shells that I’m walking o… All the while, your hearts thunder… As my egos tossed from pillar to f… The whirlwind spins, the tornado b…
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
All you saw when you looked at me Was a mound of rubble rolling down… Just an avalanche of falling rocks That peaked your need for neatness… And like a jigsaw since you’ve nig…
Recollections of a different life The lazy drip drip drip of old cri… Flake from its ceiling and float d… On my new mind it scratches, impin… Who was I when I wasn’t me, now