Surrender mind, down on two knees, feeling so very randy; thought focused, homing on, flesh as sweet as tasty candy; eyes, watch quivering lips,

The struggle for survival’s questionable stability, exhausts the best of your energy for life; Assumption’s sass

curiosity; as the sun burns my thirst knowledge grows like a cactus STIMULATED is the

speak of how love’s trembling song… knows of the pain that each love b… lovers once combined, sing of it i… their sheet music, so wrote snaps… into a life time’s dirge, and deat…

Discussion’s free, all welcome in, brother’s speak, of tales from roa… ethical in jest, one’s truth’s tes… others lean in, to share these war… conversation’s gist; what is real,

pain’s tears drench my soul my blood flowing blue, takes contr… seducing both agony and ecstasy pain exquisitely melds into pleasu… as one’s closed eyes secretly smil…

where it is up, there is a man there is this man within his game his game is somewhat improbable, y… although somewhat improbable it is… from improbable to not so impossib…

This broken nail, these cloven hoo… my daze begins as I hoist up my drawers and scratch my arse upon mind’s opening porch at first glance it seems

scream out your wanting, lips for a taste teasing and taunting no need for haste moon light’s reflection

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…

More than fair is just; more than just is righteous; more than righteous is spiritual; more than spiritual is home! Michael Darrell Walker

Dusty street corner music blaring loudly on spent all my savings!

Seriously, what is the truth, certainly not a closeted mind’s sh… proofs pudding, full of time’s det… a nation’s sooth, rewrote in ‘cons… exceptionalism, aah those right ar…

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…

Time’s mysteries await no one’s expectations, and or life; Moments left... in what once was paradise