His hair is iron and steel,
as is his will, Cast in rigid form
A trait of necessity
It gleams silver
The gold wedding Promise on his heart finger interrupts
Laughing at the sun
Its twinkle fills my ey...
Like the numbered dots
in your old Wonder Woman activity book,
Like the re-appearance
of your old ‘70s chic;
New, then old, then new again…
The Picture Was Always There,
the effort of
Like stone steps, the truth rose up
From an earth of corruption, where Silly strings hold the complexity of The human intellect. For these pebbles, So tiny skipping across time, breathing For their fu...
Can't Be to Oz
I went down a path a while ago,
It feels like yesterday and a million years ago at the same time.
I was so sure before I made my way down the twisting, battered yel...
the questions of Old embody the Author
what purpose? why? How?
The Author ity of life
Incomplete without Truth
the Truth Above that which is Anything at all
the Maker Himself u...
if I had Butterfly wings
at my Disposal, I would
Sew them on my Shoulders,
Fly away and be
the Winds, however,
would trap me
with No Escaping the Wild
of the Skies
but the flowers would be at my
To be true to our version of real, we must first dip our toes into our experiments on pain.
Sometimes with sorrow;
Not knowing the outcome.
always fixating on the image that pays no gain
Until, one da...
I'll never be tamed...
Tied to a post in a neat backyard with a leash of greenbrier
The vine would tear into my neck,
Beheading me as I'd try to run into the forest...
I'd rather be a gory cadaver tha...
I've always thought of myself as being a little bit "off."
I interacted with other people anyways...
Something was wrong...
I couldn't quite open myself to anyone...
I don't feel very receptive today,
Apologies. The office is out of hours,
To open whence it can; for the staff are hard to come by.
So it's only I, and simply me on which I can rely.
So, Excuse my eye...
Flood my liver like a river
in this ocean of emotions
too afraid to pull the trigger
only hope keeps me going
mamma didn't raise me as a quitter
but here I am choking
on my problems, they're ge...
Fingers and shivers
petrichor filling young lungs,
silver eyes gazing from afar.
The earth and sun meet
with forbidden smiles,
meadow grasses whispering,
your secret is safe.
I envision sweet euphoria,
Against my tastebuds.
My shadow is compromised by this compelling symmetrical reflection.
An image not comparable.
I rub my eyes from blurred vision.
My senses are enriched ...
It's a complex enigma that takes over the world. It's a world that could reach a state of peace.
Peace that reaches to the end of the earth.
Earthlings appear to accept the technology.
I remember the first year we tried. It was daunting but we were untouchable, outshining gold. Life was prime and existence was ripe with favor and chances. It's been 20 years since the first try. But ...
I’ve been in this cage for close to a year now, placed in the primate section.
I can hear the sound of the chimps fucking, making me nauseous.
Part of a typical day, actually.
I usually have nothing t...
I fight invisible monsters.
Monsters only I can see and hear.
They put the weight of the world on my shoulders.
They expect me to solve everyone else's problems.
They only win,
If I let them get to me...
The mouth of the deep dark cave I kept returning to with the hope of finding remnants of an old treasure is gone. Shining, glittering, swallowed up by the sea. The tide was rising for ages, engulfing ...