silence, it will be fleeting, your time or what is left; memory of your will, will slowly fade; as for bleeding,
The movement, of all that there is… the Earth’s atmosphere is nearly t… nearly all there is; almost everyw… What is up, with it? This, in the… This movement bourne, of design an…
One’s love possess, in truth’s fairness blessed upon s… aglow on promised dream and then, heart’s mercy known and given so; trust’s pact sustains,
Poetic writes speak volumes too, this profound nature of humanity; expression’s glyph or determinatio… each soothing rhyme or base profan… provoke of consciousness that drif…
One’s mind, one’s self, one’s secr… across thought’s wilderness, in pr… through dangers ire and hazard’s m… on toward the future’s clearing ch… One’s mind, once suppressed and dr…
I have inherent loves; I inherite… Loves and I love these loves… I also have problems that are in-o… of an extraordinary magnitude or s… Most humans feel something at some…
across this, the living walk on this day’s colourless rainbows all life thus returning, to this f… falling for eternity in the darkes… as wind’s waves scream, over one’s…
Stress and tensions, filling each soul’s downward slide… caution shaken, meanness fueling mindsets churned; subconscious,
Neither there, nor here, nor anywhere near; this road, that street, two intersecting lines; time, as motion,
Consider the cube as a unit of measure, a measure of substance of volume, of weight; now give this unit meaning,
In a lifetime of thoughts now lost and on that day where the sands of your time cease to trickle down
sight unravels this an afterthought of nature in an opened book
My life, bleeds into the well of this pen; its point to skin, life’s caustic sin; at loss, this connection,
What blessed seed kissed by love; would rue the gift of life; thoughts deep seat, in mind so mee… fear the coming strife; reach out such tiny hands;
To what depth, can one reach in search for their soul; through what trials, will they struggle
