deliver me oh faith to the shaded blissin currents of green bring my soul to frutionsuffer not the child of naught struggling to livehinder no more or lessfragile of understanding, honest in my stead, I wander ontouching those I...

Wind rips her veins from a lost crumbled soul barren in meadows grown old fixated on a proven path a past watching the ice melt trickle and all as well as it was   frozen within time from heartbeats long ago when words tumbled seduced from a golden chalice eclipsed in...

Welcome to my pendulum, dowsing your psyche. I am but, a Homie, in the deep south, who took up writing some years ago. Often I spin words without an atlas or thesaurus. So, tonight, I thought I would ask...

your deep currents drag me underdown into the darkwhere I get a good look at youanger tingles the senses, hereyour malice is the thriving emotion in this placewomen are meant for usingand feelings get in the way of your...