Monthly Archives: January 2015

i try to keep my chin up as high as i can its seems as though no matter what you change the plan what was i thinking when i was believing lies you have had enough chances so it seems … Continue reading →

Black eyes of an ocelot raging fire A glowing aura of burning desire Retracting tentacles razor sharp Lacerating sounds of broken harps Lashing out with jagged tears Bleeding lovers caught in snares Nocturnal creeping with a dancing prowl Predators inscribing … Continue reading →

I came upon a wagon crumpled and old The ashen timber was vision to behold I lingered and pondered, what would he say of his experiences and his decay I spoke out loud as if he could hear What wore … Continue reading →