I love youAnd I can not believe I get to meet youTo touch youTo kiss youYou are too beautiful to be trueBut here I amSinging songs to the sunEvery time you write to me.

I know. I know the secrets to a good life now.   I didn't know at the time before, when it mattered most.   When I could still persevere, still take the right turn at that fork in the road.    Still haunting are the choices I've made, still punishing and overwhelming.    Knowing young...

Sometimes blindWe see beyond the veilIn liminal moments and thoughtsLost in distant keeningsDrawn to something beyond the edge of this -This, displaced, forgot...Drawn to whispered other knowingsFor we are strangers hereAnd we are missing thereTwo separate and yet, one...

If I were to touch you, would you tell me to stop?   If I were to press my lips into yours, would you shut-up and give-in to me?   If I were to run my tongue up your throat, would you shiver in lustful anticipation?    If...

             “Torture, hate and rape are words some refuse to speakBut if utilized the right way it can give anyone a permanent sleep,            “Pushing the mind and flesh to limits of the extremeThrough the shedding of blood, dark emotion...