(2014)
Autumn leaves in summer rain, Waylaid promise surrenders in sham… And a hundred requitement’s lay ca… In accumulative nights holds a lon… Collecting the stones of her young…
O what reality is your light in my… A glass could not—ought not tell l… Has a curvature causeth this view Distorted, or the willing to keep Enduring a warm mantra sleep?
What could it take to stir a heart… How does resentment hold, where wa… Would pure desire and promise true… Gain love in spite of you? Who hears your voice, do they rece…
I remember everything you said, I slept each night inside your bed… You claim I told you that I cared Yet I wasn’t there Because I’m not around,
Wearied perspective; I’m not the… And fate could have it worse, Yet I can’t cope, And always knew Consequence for un-ending hurt.
Have you ever played a cameo, Or held your breath for years? Carried on streets, words, and son… A thousand miles never here With you, but waiting to be living…
No weight, no strength, No good, no wealth Nor chances dealt, No oath, no plan Nor having felt
Send unto me your truths, and heed… Show grace and cast swete forgiven… Let me receive your demon’s; unwor… I will procure thy innocence to th… I acknowledge my faults; now willi…
All I see, softly glancing back a… Is all I need, all I ever wanted… Looking in your mirror, who I am… With clear hope, less the dread; Deeper in your heart, I always wa…
Over the river seas, Through tallest pines, At different speeds, A thousand miles, Imperfection’s will.
Mid-night in your garden, With the futility of words, Outside the place we swore, I was doing so well But I don’t dream anymore.
‘Time is a healer’ : fools heed su… The reward of reason Is the steadying balm, Not of a childe Seeking assurance
Hearts are made of but blood and v… He asks a no-longer-needed world;… Carried alone to bed, on mute and… Disappearing like fog; watching yo… Though this wound is deeper than w…
And I let go of my cares, Lost inside a lunar mare, She was dying to belong To me. And now no one.
At this bus stop there is no sign Of ever a person being here. Verdant grass In a midway bedraggled ditch Slits the ribbon roads.