(2015)
I once felt the sensation to Rapture, hence this poem. It was fun to feel like I was being Raptured
dead water and the rising smoke from the desert rocks still to erupt with the fire of love. Perhaps newer. The desire to live life without risk. Hidden. An erect spine Time is timid to ...
I sat in a lowly lit room in a harsh winter night, fallen into a sense of despair and feeling brutalized by life.
I keep seeing them out of shadows they creep, men in black robes.
Live to see from sunrise to set, dances of dazes, how memories collect. Be it too wrong
He haunts me every night a ghostly light highlights a darkl… Skin the color of starlight in mem… Dreaded demon of conscious-less em… He is my demented tormentor
I’m hesitant, a little anxious and KINDA NERVOUS. I haven’t talked to anybody at all this week
The rain was not refreshing. we waited and waited on those barren, thirsty desert hills. But no rain came.
Here’s the bet. What’s a blind? Pass the pretzels bro. I’ve never had this beer before.… Have these cards been shuffled?
You used to walk around the park and feel the air perched on your t… but now it is no more. Once written in mosaic glass is now just a shatter on the floor…
A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.
A puff of air internalized in a vacant room. Cows among me chewing the expensive cud that
Wind in this still, distinct... thin I swim in sin till gin is rid. Finding might,
Madness ensued in dark corners and wretched taver… where I insulted myself, and I go… by a tribal aggression; must retal… and avenge for society’s sake.
Winds like giant breaths spoke life into the dead with a chilling verse. This was a night to reanimate
Others in landscapes, perennial dr… caressed by conscious and turbulen… Oh that it may how I wish it were… sailing amidst my turbulent sea. An unconscious mast imposing above…