Happy ever after, A myth, demise. Such a beautifully, crafted lie. Burn and bleed, Your fate concede. From greed and creed, You shall be freed.
Salads and fruit, A simple kind of loot. No dressing, just plain, No need for champagne. His words, her page. Each, their own cage.
It’s what I do best, She said with a smile. It offers sweet rest, That funeral pyre. Destroyer of worlds, The voices swirled. Of people, of crowns,… Read more “Crowns”
There is power in the blood, Power in the breath. In both you find, Life and death. Oft there is bliss, Deep in the abyss. The eyes… Read more “Power”
The sky moved, Or was it me. Broken and bruised, Adrift on this sea. I see you, Something true. And you see me, A rare gift, indeed.… Read more “The sky”
Halloween and velveteen, Stories of a Nazarene. Evergreens, Philistines, Morphine and Augustine. Dolls who fall, Lovesick with lipstick, Superficial, beneficial, Sacrificial, prejudicial. Predisposed to decompose, Searching for… Read more “Lavender and rose”
Focus… both friend and foe. There are few sweeter pleasures in life than partaking in passionately engaged concentration. Falling into the depths of a project. Forgetting time… Read more “Focus”