(2013)
I admit… the confinement of my soul, trapped within this nuclear winter… inside, it is vacuum bitter cold, outside, well it is out;
Timid so, time’s ides approach; thought, drains an ever empty mind… morning’s yawn, an hour’s drive; destination’s loss, is vision ques… rising in life’s misting mores;
somewhere, beyond my soul’s profundity the middle of all the madness comes apart feelings made worthless,
Reflect, upon the mood of men, in whose hearts lie fallow; their lives, lived in shadow’s dim… souls in murky shallows; standing proud, upon the life,
Exclusion, the reasoned gist, of t… revised, reworked, reworded, towar… enticingly so, provision’s rend, u… nonresonant replies to this crude… Importance and what is valid truth…
At dusk today, I saw in the sky my family; my MOTHER the dove, on the left… myself right above, and my FATHER THE EAGLE
Of a frigate, maggot, and / or fag… on any sun rise’ morn, which would… easy enough; this question’s poise… for me you ask; IAM all three of… In flights of current’ course and…
Humiliation’s voice is dead, its ashes burn one’s intimation; somberness of minds forbade, elemental act of will’s emasculati… society’s face hewn plain,
in the pit, of my abide; someone breaks wind, burning odour takes over; who cares.
The wounds of youth, remember them… scratch or cut, word or thought, s… flesh and or mind resilient, to th… each sigh, each confessors moan, s… Deep within the longing mind, in s…
Let US simplify, Humanity’s H.D… to the most basic elements of need… Water, food, and fun; of these we… agree to drink or swill or swim, t… or feast or famine; to smile or fr…
Go on, go on and fall to your knee… do not pretend, that you are afrai… Pleasuring me… Yes, do go and get your mandrake a… that black kettles fire…
Have we all truly imagined a picture of creation one in which the omnipotent being, our creator established this garden
Awash in moments filled with dread… hope slowly gathers; midst strangling moan voices shout… nothing truly matters; mangled by fears,
One’s conscious, proves unconsciou… therefore, its rest is sleep beyon… days past, soothes time’s exhausti… before the wind’s churn, stiffens… numbered, noted, nothing’s odd nau…