The first time we metYou were dyingI was going to help youI can’t helpbecause you did not want to be savedwe shared a joint on your back porchash droppin between my chuckswatchin the way you sank into silencelike it...

I write and writeIt is my lustIt is my furyBut on some days like thisI wonderDo they mean anything to you?

Slowly you pussyfoot to me and my eyes become chained to you, and slowly I pull you into me, and slowly our hearts chain together, both our heartbeats  in a rhythm the other recognizes.  Slowly our lips make the connection and our eyes remain gazing into the beauty...

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...