(2013)
Welcomed, your minds to this universe within layered throughout, these time folding tissues therein is this disturbing you? finding
Impeccant, of non-textual matters one’s covered flesh, and hidden embrasure’ as diffusate primer
with that it comes, what lies beneath it; beauty or horror, it captivates me; crawls and creeps through me,
Like pulling teeth, with a string… tied to the foyer door; chocolates melt quicker… in an ove… hands or arms, silent alarms, ears… dressed as that sweats stag, lacki…
Soulfilled beatitude, creator sent… humankind’s direction; path once paved with light of awe; now to all apocryphal; highest consciousness of best mind…
Mind’s deep permits, darkness’ cav… one light defined in candled flame… profound indeed these depths despa… release these binds, of mind, of h… substance beret, of loss, of life,…
Awash in moments filled with dread… hope slowly gathers; midst strangling moan voices shout… nothing truly matters; mangled by fears,
Neither there, nor here, nor anywhere near; this road, that street, two intersecting lines; time, as motion,
The waning world yet slowly turns, around it’s blazing sun it sorely… nation’s whim, turned alee again, weakness trends, as wonting strife… moment tossed in each mind’s torme…
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;
Pure sands beneath my feet, tide’s taste at my bare toes; on stretch of pristine beach, I watch lone sunset’s lull; here within my universe,
If defined as finished, or an ending to one’s episode’ ode to ends or green’ to spinach yours is no worse than that of a Spaniard’ trip to [Mexico]
Without worrying wanting more and more pleased, that time allowed me this outer layer skinned and shorn finally is this pallidness, precis…
Selfish stoats wear familiar gloat… and fear a radar static’ scalping “Aqualung” to Jethro’s “bird” that spitting thing that Elle Mae broke the neck of…
Fresh thoughts lost… moments alone listening... two spirits move forward; but, one slips between the shadows