(2015)
Damn those cars! Who cares for as… or petrol stations when there is i… the lonely lure of evening platfor… and empty, echoing with breaks, an… accelerating rhythms of car wheels…
I have tried tried to be respectful tried to hold my hands in my pockets my words in my mind
as if as if... bygones were bygones and refilled carriages fresh cut’s bleeding could cover a stitch
We took a secret walk I took her hand Not knowing the path ahead First dream Along the path we paused
Kneeling before her, his soul is as bare as his flesh, offering his heart... he searches for his path in life, travelling far in his journies, to…
A rose painted blue is a reason. A green Turtle
I was there, a nightclub in Paris, in the middle of the crowd when she caught me. Her hazel eyes like flashing sapphires, her skin like the purest vanilla cream, her blonde hair flowing...
The clouds are rolling, the skies… Raindrops are falling, the river i… It’s a river of tears and harsh th… Where are you and why are you not… The wind with force blew and the b…
Sitting in a very dark room with no windows and no light; my hand holds a small slender candle, the flame flickers softly. The only thing fanning the flame is my breath while I sit and ...
Romeo is dreaming, Like for what is want within his h… For taste of forever love, From his Juliet, a rose named ali… oh dear Juliet.
You lied to me: Sendack, Shakespeare, Hugo, Cobain, Pablo The Altruist, Hesse, Fitzgerald The Fanatic, Marley, partly you Sanchez, Garcia, Messy The Obscure, E Tu Hewitt?, Vilma The Qu...
It pounds and crashes like waves o… Like strong winds to my door, it r… It cuts and slices like a butcher’… Like the grim reaper of death, it… It separates life like a scared ma…
A heart so tender... A spirit so fierce... A body so lush... Eyes so deep and bottomless... Her skin like creamy silk..so beau…
who do they think they are my fami… the one i was born into the one I got blood traces to in p… parts of me look around with disda… and wonder why am i
Keep at it until each of you can’t breathe and it’s hard to tell where you stop and she starts and you don’t know what day it is, or week it is, and you really don’t care. Imagine ways...