If I were to  Drop dead Tomorrow.   Will anyone Remember  In sorrow?   Would it  Even make A difference?   Does it matter? Or am too insignificance?    Would anyone  Even Notice I was gone?   Will they Remember  The song.   I lived Or the words I sang?   I lived  As if there Was no tomorrow.    All the Words I wrote  Are all so hollow.   I tried to leave An ink...

It’s weird UKAnd the wafting scent reminds meOf a nuance, of a menaceOf a movie –maybeWith a queer settingCharacters that melt in their jointsAnd their bodies are meeting with my beingAs an infection of thoughtAnd they emergeEnticing, as she...

The flattering, elegant strangerchained me suddenly to her heartwhen I blissfully closed my eyesand she pressed her finger into my lipsand whispered with hypnotic eyes,“No, I am not for you nor anyone.”The rhythm of her voice evokedsomething within me...

With cold dead hands,a ghost I amto you alone now.With cold dead handsthat are unseen,unfelt, and unanticipated.With cold dead hands,my visits unknown to youmaking you shiver,and lips embalmed in ice.With cold dead hands,I will call on youto feel your...

Slipping on a banana peel total disgrace  Southbound rocket is drifting out at sea Tragedy crawling across his wicked face Cruel intentions for those who disagree   Violent whispers in a radioactive breeze  Digital parasites corrupt a fragile mind Pigheaded fascist spreading his disease Day of the...