Just like people say I judge my own irony To mess around with trouble That sifted from the boned heart Making longing frequent jeopardy frames As I’m not crazy Increased by the naked drift Of animosity singing it’s ulcerous pride The world emptied wicket moon Scripted indifference Tears down the gen...

MESSAGE FROM A DARK FLAME WANDERING the way we downpour are judgment as the day’s are thundery and cloudy fools follow there answured arguments toils , like infinety , shouty when we ease the day , in the moment of are hearts bled like concrete is this ray of fire , longing and shed by heartace i’ve...

Boxing skylight , flesh steams , as hunger related , The passengers moon is Crashing like a theatre without a balcony , but I keep the darkness faith as A uniform of silence , waking up in a word from a wish blown through my window And as my arms of trust , have no outboard names of hesitation You s...

The show around not knowing Caveat like knowledge swaying Shortening the promise of life Like racks on deception Easy , the waste is blowing Crayon minds are playing Like commuting on every strife A sudden excuse attraction Hate becomes a dripped painting Twisting the longing of regret Care of blist...

solitude , remembrance quickline of satifaction embracing the provoked silence glances depend , knowing every ocean we are failed like drowned excuses inprisoned and veiled are you the one evaporating into the winter spell and when spring spelled the dream from above your withered in space below vag...

what if i watched the colors , green blue and ivory blossems of locked up heart i promise i would fist your thoughts , like a dream in oblivion tenderness , affirmations in black ,running like a dream acrossed the shore, i told you what fainted heart would tell , like heavy storms chuckled into the ...

Dilivered by a note on fire he returned to me like godless sun reminded by broken desire before the homeless reazen had run the glaze of the river blinked into my maze i had the possebilety to shrinked as whistler's sea My retirement of quite wrist Silver dream was missing a mind My seroundings sudd...

Shorelines of temtations Questioned remains the leaves of the dove leaving the love on an act they say she was freezing inside a muddle of eyelashes of snow silver my pensil Frozen pinked on the earth folded on words who bleed on molesses the luggage of a detained enemy siging the story refined The ...

At the end from the bottom of the story . to rebuild the theme in your own town ...driving trough your memory of a mind of thoughts like loaded clouds ....like the power floated on a ledge of fire ....i sounded like a hawk on a caterpilllers from crators ....who wished like sunlight inflickted rains...

a curve startled into a sickened nerve the benches as garlic the fileted stake out the bride Locke's up the redoubt of not knowing how why words fish for amnesty from a limping doorway the lingering of the darkened plow i kiss an tell with honesty curved listening woebegone of drifters wrongness of ...

we never talk about it about the wishes we immigrate ,the song is the silence avoided the night become a brickstone "fired by the hillocks of dreamy ,goodbey's " and in the summers bridges slightly exposed by ablided folklorn touch with the grip from a image at sea sun shining on those las...

he used to know them like a church in the midts of nowhere the flowers blossemed crowded every oppinion sacrefied like a new spelling there's no realety smittens of earth raveled the intoxication of a futured spring i blessed the body's like persones in the mist only they where trees laughing with m...

the rain from blue book hackles the grayest storm but instinct flames into a forgotten lodge to complain eclectics eternal triangle feeds the lukewarmness of a vacation's of spaces between lines of expectations as words visited the wolf down agony fishing for a star when badness becomes calmness is ...

A hawkdove is my pencil As i like to shant ideas of softness Hidden in th frase Of jentle calmness My name is but a retreat from novelty's wish That they wisper through meadow nakesy A fence of dreaming A poem is like a sound of a dream That you can recall like a bed of tiger lillies Stepdanced pois...

the granules of the barrels, never amputate the phoebes, of the castellated sky's , as towers of sand ,fade on the ocean while made with baby hands and birds hover over creation as waves befoul there holy day' art , but you can go fishing , where colourful rain has felt the tapping of the fish it's ...