Writing is deep thought Analogous to amphibious activities into depths of deep seas Having a window to penetrate what lies below before the need to breathe Making for the skies above Everything we did we did for love Where the sun broke the clouds in the skies above Everything we did we did for love Ink spill a Rorschach of Holy diver staying alive by being alive being alive by being...

From my cup I pour and pour... From your cup, you drinketh more and more...My cup is full no more no more...My soul in agony writhe on the floor...To your cup I fill no more no more...

Another Suitcase Another glum speech in a scripted town hall Won’t solve the world’s problems today We’ve grown too enamored of media brawls And corruption inside the beltway Another news pollster committing his fraud He convinced me to love what I...

How it can come about so suddenly, hopelessness.Looking for meaning and only finding meaninglessness, seeming.Somewhere inside blackness to blackness, lacking dreaming.Remembering abysses screaming, when last attempting to wish, inside of this.Thinkers sinking into brinks, creeping into leaps.Ink that seeps...