A rose born on a thorn is a rose n… A broken heart is birthing a painf… Ugly is to beauty what is only can… Single eyes in a mind Perceptions… In creating Creation is created i…
On the night of the fire, My eyes swallowing night sky, Skin upon wetted grasses of emeral… In silence so perfect, In silence so perfect,
The land is bare, The town is flat, The people don’t care, The men are fat, The trees stand naked,
alseep I wake upon grassbeds covered in greenish gayeish jumping baby creatures with legs of irun I run to the felds, waterfalls of suffire gooshing like Temecula wines whining for gra...
In a room full of mirrors, Which one is real? Thunder pounds in the distance, Oh that I can feel, The brazen weight of the future,
The Purple Studded Rusted Blade, It come around the alley bend, With a Chrysanthemum’s fading pai… He began to sweep the streets agai… The Man who stumbled along,
In the town, at sundown, he came from the underground, Sunset blazing, colors of light shifting in the spacing and placing of eyes, The crowd stood good all around the man from the unde...
My Father slept while I read my w… My Mother, by the fire, listening… Of what my Father saw or heard, I shall never know, Of what he shall tell me,
The reason you’ll never love me A fear of a four letter word Love It comes like falling rain and sta… Like the flowing flame on a burnin…
Bitter frost against a yellow fire… My friend Jaime and I leaning aga… Speaking in silence of cigarette s… When passes a car filled with red… crystal ball illuminated women
I left home when was I only fourt… To travel away from the King and… I had to get out for my mind was m… and my flamin’ fingers all were ta… I arrived at an airport on a flyin…
She’s got everything she needs, sh… She’s got everything she needs, sh… She has a desire to stand alone dr… A ballet dancer in the palm of Go… I’m dreaming of her
She’s got such a good heart It just lies broken in the rain For I left her when winter came And we met equally in between During the summer of '14
I saw a pretty yellow bird today, How it made me feel, I cannot say… The wind was cold, And the day was new, Yet the flower knew what I did no…
The pen is bleeding, the blind prophet is receiving royal word that the constellations must have meaning, and that within these stars gleaming there may lie a cosmic dream fleeting, esc...