“When I finally cross over into the planes of hellAfter a long hard life I would be answering the Devil’s Gmail,             “I know when I arrive shit will be next level newDrama to the extreme...

Mirrors within your eyes… stare tranquilly in ice.  Those fog risen lids… stilled moments echoing.   Frozen they are… seasoning affection nowhere near to thaw tearcicles. 

Waiting for you  is like waiting to shake the priest’s hand  and thank him for a beautiful funeral    In stone seamed pulpit  am I the only culprit who seeks  redemption from s(k)in in  Dead Sea Scrolls of other skin?    Ventriloquist placed your words in my mouth  and...

cast for the morrow doomreflecting the dark dayinsipent need tiresinstead glorify the keenwho weeps in the day's keepsolemn terror, I see the shadows haunting the brightnessgrey is your steadaccept your fategreedy desire is ficklewill this man door perhaps anotherseeking...