The seduction of a feel,Of a flower,Of deep night.WhenI think of catching the spirit,Of theNight.Over thereOn thePalmOver the stairs.If i could catchThatSlumpInto a gaze.EncryptionAndPut it in aVase…Bottle…Paper…

Here we go casting on the windsfits of ego dinetiny understanding in the hazea maze of words astoundfalling on the mind heavyWords of power persuadeexpletives of faithlinger in my thoughtspursuing me in my inner sanctumconjuring truth, I askWith halted...

I love to listen to these waveshow each and every one savesone moment from the nextfor one who lives a life vexedWhile I walk along this shorenever really certain of any morethan my very next breathas a reminder of...

Are you authentic?Does your own soul recognize you?Have things become so muddy that you reflection is obscured to your own eyes?For sleep will not be easy or confrontingWhile you pretend to be at peace for every dip, crater or...

You raised the words from the paper I wrote them on.Gave them sound and shape,then sculpted them into a song.Calm turned into storm.Fluttering up the wrinkled cloths.Lyrically reborn.Such joy to hear my inked down thoughts.A soothing guitar strum.A lingering...