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If only I could live, Live within my dreams, I’d be buried and bound, Down, beneath the seams. Stretching out my sleep, So sin is seldom seen. With My Eyes sewn shut So nothing slips between. Making a mere nightmare, A Rare sight to see, So why would I want to Leave? Since I am living the dream.

I awoke this morning in a warm room with hydrostatic thoughts diffusing with the early drip-tension of sunlight. Muscles sore, body slow, I maneuvered through some basic intuitive limbering, stretching the body to fill up the soul, heart, and mind. That was my intention; but then, I didn't really have an initial value for the day, for these chain...

Hard to get the stench off When it’s all in your head I felt like an old man once I assume that old man is dead under those floral ridden railroad tracks howling like a bastard ridden wolf Can’t help but cry, old love I never wanted to be a fool And never wanted to be a lover Saw through all my filth and blubber Don’t try to love me girl...

You made a comment today. And suddenly I was back— Not in a memory, But in a feeling I thought I’d outgrown. That room with too many voices, Too many eyes that never met mine, Only glanced, judged, And moved on. They never said I was too much. They didn’t have to. It was in the empty seat beside me, The way they shifted in shared silence, As if my...

When the traveler, weary and weeping with melody and malady, reaches the forest of unreason, will the wind grant him a deep green greeting? The pain of black or its lack? Will he be led to the hive where honey sleeps, quietly aglow? No one knows. I ask the question and quiver.

The Joker’s divinity is laughter; his faith keeps him alive, it is his water and his bread. Among the colors he wears red would stand out, were he not so skilled at hiding his own hell. He laughs at others’ hearts, offers roses of sarcasm and knives of tenderness to lovers who kiss against the doors of his night. The Joker mocks those who throw...

I try to explain the things that I say What they mean in a particular way But with my condition of ADHD i say something, that no one can see Your wrong they say with your bad attitude Your selfish, narcissistic and really quite rude I don't like what say cause I feel it's not me But she keeps on pushing, it's you not me Im at my wits end with...