Looking back, quantum dust - Connecting the present to the past.All that was said and done -When we thought we would never be Done&Dead. Today, I reach forth for yesterday -Wondering how far the wandering of existence will take me into the horizon. Between here...

Candle wax is born from a pulsating flame.Pulsations of passion we share,were born from our first moment which sparked this undying love. If our love had a physical form,our lips would be enshroudedin what flows from our flame,and embalms our...

Inked so wickedly,so hauntingly beautiful.Thunder booms within,and lightning flashes in my eyes!Striking the page,paradoxical juxtapositions reign.A macabre heart indeed,metaphorical beauty drapinga living, breathing corpsewhich holds still the pen!Between my decaying fingers,my pen inks on with everycrash of thundering within...

You sew it on,stitch by stitch.You add color,paint to scratch the itch.You make it out of fabric and wool. And use a special tool.Make sure it's a soft material or wool.Whether you are making a stuffed animal or your heart. You...

Love dries up when words go walkingtaking more than just the talking.Affection follows in pursuitof missing words that leaves both mute.Another home another pairspit out words without a care.Things get thrown,fists get raisedlove lies bleeding,both are crazed.When a fist...