Silence is often pronounced the loudestA sheer display of impotence of lateOur highness falls to depths of prowessThy fear legitimateEngulfed by hateForsaken by loveThy voice taken by warBy war WoahWoahThy tongue hast been seized by warWoahAnd love is not welcome...

Did I Dream You Dreamt About Me?      Holding still for Autumn to open her legs   to taste the warmth between her thighs,   as secret lovers’ letters   etched upon leaves    waiting for their fall      Biting my initials into tree’s neck   pulling branch wrists towards that cave   where pale orange...

I got a little secret,can you keep it?Bring it to your grave?Will you tell it or be brave? You better take the key and lock it within your pocket.A secret so hard to keep.Untill words start to spill. Because a secret...