Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
