If we could only hold hands of each otherAnd lean into each other, feeling the warmth of movementWithout asking for fameFree of self doubt and careCareerJust our bodies and mindsMoneyFor nothing, fruit for freeJust hold our handsAnd lean each...

With eyelids drawn, I look on, to a dawn that is now gone. So, I call on bygone dawnings, as I am an indrawn man. There is a spawning within the darkness of my shut lids. But I am sure my dawning will come, and the...

Stony petals of a flower bloom in the cold eyes of the sun.   once flushed in pinks, the blossoms of my youth have wilted and froze.   Glacial beads of blood drift down my face until these venal rivers are bloodless.   Within is darkness to which...