The bedlam on me, I weep notes of despair They were broken pieces of my sacredness thrumming the harp upon my soul of madness   My heart strings out of tune with the other beings sang a melody of melancholy and insanity visions blur, and...

exalting the feeling, I let it ridelust-fueled and ready to touch your mindseduction of the intellectRomancing your darker sideWhere you groom your Vixenletting her into your worldWith Red Light District visionsand pornographic wisdomthere is nothing wrong with being a...

The vibe you put out is entrancingRomancing the notion of weThere is no us to speak ofYet your energy says there could bea deep intellectI rest in the layered shadows of your creationand dream of what is thereTaking my...

This is just the epic I recite—another lie dressed up in light,one smooth line at a time,dripping honey, sweet with rhyme.In the hope it might concealevery raw wound I still feel,tucked beneath each crafted line,woven threads in grand design.More...

Tonight, I lie in bed andscribble in a black spiralnotebook.Why is cruelty easy forsome? Like lying downa card.One of my three cats,Mojosits sleepily onmy old maple desk.She is all black.The computer screen isblack.So are the speakers,microphone,and a coffee cup...