My Gothic heart burning  in the sea of tears within.   Wrapped in thorny vines, dangling  by a thread from the surface. The teary waves above in my eyes are turbulent and the emotional winds lashing.   My Gothic fire, my tears of high emotion, my crimson shine...

You add gold to the frame.Maybe you sell it,and it earns lots of fame.Brush stroke by brush stroke,you create it all again. Maybe for fame,fortune or gain.You dip the color into the brush.You take your time,never rush. Would you paint a...

             “Many women throughout my life have said I could never be their loverUntil they realize forty dollars and their light bill is a motherfucker,            “Especially, when her EBT is not enough for ground beef and eggsNow a motherfucka...

How did i forget your face when i can still feel your embrace? How come i still smell you, but fail to recognize these pictures in which i held you? My disease is the worst. At least that’s what people say...

My gothic castle stands  with spires outstretched  like fingers dipping into  the thunderclouds.   Blue stained-glass  windows for eyes. Colors of the sea beam through.    Though in this mind  the light distorts into something paradoxical.    Something  hauntingly beautiful.  So I ink the page with words    that evoke  internal ghosts within  my readers...