Silence is often pronounced the loudestA sheer display of impotence of lateOur highness falls to depths of prowessThy fear legitimateEngulfed by hateForsaken by loveThy voice taken by warBy war WoahWoahThy tongue hast been seized by warWoahAnd love is not welcome...

There is abuzzing to mybusyness.My mind refusesto be at ease.It happens when Itry toread or sleep.Doing Always.Where did theplayground go?I think it split forBrazil with thesquirrels.We are all nuts.

Did I Dream You Dreamt About Me?      Holding still for Autumn to open her legs   to taste the warmth between her thighs,   as secret lovers’ letters   etched upon leaves    waiting for their fall      Biting my initials into tree’s neck   pulling branch wrists towards that cave   where pale orange...

Freebird I had love and affection...I think...but I didn't understand it.  It wasn't whatI knew. I am sorry I hurt him but Ijust couldn't relate. I didn't fit in. There isn't a sappy sweet side to me.  If there was, I'd...