A dead or dying treeI’m sure just spoke to meAbout a secret skill called “letting go.”And further on my morning walkA leaf fell down to have a talkTo tell me what I certainly should know. In whispers soft as newborn’s...

sadness snuggles me and I slip into her embraceshe is a heavy lady with a lot to saymy heart sinks then singsblue emotions slip over mewith an awakening I realize, I've been in denialhonesty in the moment is vitalhurt...

darkness wells you disturb the thick achespitting ludacris needinfernally bound and betrothedsuccor given in your fitful stormyour lust seducesyour anger compelsnow my dear approachsinister danger in your stareconniving tongue dripping poisonlet me taste your disturbiaoccult desire conjures mebaleful passion...

sing me a song of the morrowsee me in the morning and yearna soul yours but never knownbring me flowers and tears for what will never be oursour classes never to meetbittersweet is my painsacred heart I know youbeneath...

The Last StationSmoke stacks rise in the distance        we've been here before        scent of horror on the tip of my senses        railway cars filled with scorn        unclenched...