My princess knows her carriage waitsoutside with Cinderella plates,but from the limo's tinted glassI see her figure swirling pastthe castle window, arm in armwith dark and handsome, Mister Charm.Her dress, like spangled ocean spray,invites his swimming hands to playacross...

Dear psychosis, Lowly your voice howls Within the wintry confines of my mind. Now is the winter Of my discontent. I feel your veil over my eyes thickening. What is reality? I reach for it, But with broken hands,...

It does not begin, it does not end. Never hear it start, never hear it stop. Ceaseless, present at every moment. This inner sound - an object of sense. With willpower we dominate, breathing at our will. Where we...