I hear him roar in the skies outside, the rain dances a beat and I know this is it.   In the skies outside the lightening lights up, and I know this it, this is where it ends.   The lightening lights up the darkened…

Hour 9 – 2:00 PM   Spiritual work takes me high. Afloat and lifted, starring the Devil in his eye. As confident as I am. I know he is a lie. How can there be a place worse than this. An earth so corrupt; Hell…

  I was set on fire once and I never stopped burning there is nothing that I fear and crave with quite the same brutality than the days in between my highs unable to call them lows they’re emulating car crashes I’m eating survivor’s guilt…

can i get away to you? hide in the tall dark brown to close my eyes and remember sunny days and long conversations that lasted into the night spent vocalizing nothing much but feeling quite satisfied when it was over. always wishing it could go…

You think you’ve stolen him from me, but you haven’t. You’ve only borrowed him Like someone borrows a library book to enjoy for a little while And then you have to return it. Think of me as the librarian. He always comes back to me. Our…

drink:   that which can simulate, (but does not inebriate), aroma of fresh mornings appropriate; that which can invigorate, but does not intoxicate surely must some ambrosia incorporate. poured for every potentate, sipped in every sultanate, dark-brewed nirvana – siva incarnate!  

I am standing in front of The mirror But some one else is Standing behind the mirror My life is hanging In the balance of Belief and disbelief I am close to someone, but I am well known to someone else The same old traditions…

This simulation is not as the former this dreadful trumpet you’ll be the death of me yet across the littered ground (again, the choice is/was yours) where you will find everything you need this simulation is not as the latter I’ll send for the dreadful…

Dark and bitter poison, It burns the whole way down, Like tar stretched on an ocean, You cannot swim so much as drown.            

The glass of wine was as red as the pen both spilt leaked became wet and hit the paper with marks nothing hurt nothing was tipsy yet anyhow it all felt good i was pleased with both pen and wine…