Looking back, quantum dust - Connecting the present to the past.All that was said and done -When we thought we would never be Done&Dead. Today, I reach forth for yesterday -Wondering how far the wandering of existence will take me into the horizon. Between here...

Candle wax is born from a pulsating flame.Pulsations of passion we share,were born from our first moment which sparked this undying love. If our love had a physical form,our lips would be enshroudedin what flows from our flame,and embalms our...

Inked so wickedly,so hauntingly beautiful.Thunder booms within,and lightning flashes in my eyes!Striking the page,paradoxical juxtapositions reign.A macabre heart indeed,metaphorical beauty drapinga living, breathing corpsewhich holds still the pen!Between my decaying fingers,my pen inks on with everycrash of thundering within...

Why do angles cry?    On angelic faces,    Leaving tracks behind.    Leaving traces,    On a wound,    That cannot heal.    From lashes of words,    Made from steel.        Why do the tears fall from grace?    Upon this fragile place.    Weeping and    Wallowing    From this ache.        Why does it feel like I am losing control?    This never-ending...

You sew it on,stitch by stitch.You add color,paint to scratch the itch.You make it out of fabric and wool. And use a special tool.Make sure it's a soft material or wool.Whether you are making a stuffed animal or your heart. You...