Precious, yet brittle like a fiddle. Delicate, frail, alas cracked in the middle. Riddled by plagues, plagued by a riddle. Critically acclaimed yet worshipped by little.Pill popper's delight. Stage fright amongst a plethora of other might be reason why...

I will not besubdued.Cages don't suit me.I have to be free.Flyrunsingdance in theopen fields, swimin the river withthe fish and water snakes.My soul can't betaken without my permission.The access is denied.My heart isn't yours tomock and rape.I will rise...

  The steps walk dry,cloudy eyes,the bones vibratein the echoless wind. Some voices dance in hollow alleysother dreams die in the dim light. Hunger drags the skin.The rain caresses without a name.The cold writes on the flesha poem that no one reads. They...