I was talking with myself a little… When promptly did I learn, that t… And having finally found out, once… —He was without a doubt making no… Until I thought, in that moment I…

In the grace of a Holy Church bel… Chiming hungry latent tune We grew impatient for it’s death k… Muted ringing now entombed. Under guise and shrouded intellect

A devastating delay, In-direction… Wars throbbing erection. On this acoustic world, the boots… In the mud, impressions of hijacke… Run, run, run... on blood-bound so…

The look of shame, stress; Hunger and fear, I resist the urge to free a tear. All I’ve preyed, caged; Gathered and spilled...

When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.

PUNCTURE-WOMB Creating pretty holes and lovely h… making spaces for stained glass pa… Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so… my room with a view.

Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value

Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…

In this time of need, feeling inco… and relying on unfolded dreams questioning every last belief buried in the deepest of seam is a book I have yet twice to read…

We are, by no means; Dazzling, or that flawless strong… Of which our diamond-shine species… Could and thus should, Long to be.

A letter written with love not to be mistaken for a love lett… Could all at once, once read end my affair with love. I could at a moments notice write…

I am hearing the words, those word… “Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki… —I would rather don the tattered c… Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut… A ragged layer upon pure awareness…

My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors

We are almost there... Of aged Spirit; Of ripe cycles returning home to e… Made from quilted wounds, and soon… A Curtain Calling Us Home.