Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore.

If I could pray, I would pray that you all enjoy your lives. Final, but not ultimate, enjoyment of the self and restlessness.

The language I live in is a playground of excessive expression. Fitted to the guiles of love and the rascal finishes

Why can’t I finally admit love is a powerful emotion like a drug phase, the age old adage that breaks the heart open

The rapture had finally hit, as the music in this stadium rocks the beat and pulsates like a living creature ready to bu… My friends and I are celebrated i…

I keep seeing them out of shadows they creep, men in black robes.

A bouquet of peonies sits on the k… Pictures dot the wall, the table s… with the memory of that once perfe… The clock ticks rhythmically, somb… There I am, seated at the head of…

The rain was not refreshing. we waited and waited on those barren, thirsty desert hills. But no rain came.

You must be you. Truly. Inner truth, intuition, unrepentan… that sings the songs of days for d… I will hear that greatness, let us… Rising to the world,

dead water and the rising smoke from the desert rocks still to erupt with the fire of love. Perhaps newer. The desire to live life without risk. Hidden. An erect spine Time is timid to ...

I have a hole in my heart. Once a trusty pouch is now a conspiring pump that floods my insides with the dark red fury

And the others withhold experience from me. So that I sit, and stare,

Everything is a reaction to everything. This sentence is a reaction to the last. The periods at the end are all rea…