(2013)
All of us have glass hearts
that dark candle you lit, you hold it burns with the brightness of a… it hides the creases and the full-… unnoticeable to others, its the ra… it drips a slow shadow of wax
honour thy heart and live in light so dark the sky from which I fall… too much cruelty that fuses deligh… to a circumstance of love lost to… assist my aim and gracious attempt…
you doubt your skills your magic causes burns electric verse parades a glee self assurance has faltered thee you doubt your talent
one strange day the sun played warm and bright you broke the seal around my heart not much to add or say it was soon as cool as night
you were something kind of special I stood quietly in your shadow in the hope of learning skills but girls didn’t want me they want… I’d watch and wait for a formula
We dance and coil The barbed wire scarf pulled tight We glance and toil As skillfull liars laugh at our w… Dyslexic, unassuming and reticent
If I were you I’d be nicer Less abusive, more contrite If I were you I’d be happier Because your world contains no str… If I were you I’d think of others
Disruption, the art of interceptio… Distraction, the art of interactio… Delusion, the art of imagination,… Devolution, the art of immaturity,…
I’ve seen me through your eyes And what a threadbare tapestry I’… The milks turned sour, the embers… As my ego wanders through this maz… Wild animals call and devour me wh…
a button you wear for every occasi… your love holds me still, its anch… an ornate deluge of memories of yo… tiptoes a rare nostalgic profusion… we’ve soared just as eagles have
to you I’m less than derisory it seems I’m viewed as empty space… a nocturnal drift to an overspill as you scream without fear or grac… respect is just a word without wei…
no more skies their dreams cascade cold coffee and liberty inorganic ignorance
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’…
I’m writing this for all the ladie… and have gazed down at the scales… for all the girls who wish to emul… real men prefer a fuller figured w… I’ve watched my wife’s starvation…
there’s a breeze I feel about my face and frame, no location can be found but you you turn the milk sour as the mirr… the street below bustles a way awa…