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...

  Becoming the keeper of the fire Stick stuck into sky like lightning rod, struck From the womb, impeccable desire To the tomb – Enlisting into the mystery Being, being present in the presence of the elements Stark darkness and stars crying in afars Circles inside...

Most of us came from have not tribesHaving to fight, to stay alivePassing it all on down the lineTo each generation, from vibration into vibesDown the line of the time linesFor the lines of time, some have diedAnd thosethatSurvived....

It is still all that defines...all of these still uncrossed lines,boundaries I have not yet crossedin a life of die as of yet untossed. Having traveled the whole world,while keeping myself unfurled,I remain such a bundled mystery,with so much you...

There are such long-forgotten tracks,hidden here within these cracks,between each and every line...a most nefarious sort of design. While the poetry seeks to beguile,such venom behind every smile—meant, then, to be kissedafter any warning is missed. Or so it always does...