normal is a strange word, a strange concept, a belief born from ignorance, from a herd mentality for normal is different for me for my child my mother my father the lady accross the street my best friend you.

The Last Tango in Entrechat In his exquisite state I approach, Refined in my appearance, Delicate in my step, Benign. Feeding his ego, as he will feed us, I request a demonstration, Extreme prowess, No limits. His ego swells in my presence, Angering Dyer-Bolique, Such…

There once was a villain Who remained a villain despite being called the hero of the story. A vampire whose craving for blood was always in check. He fell for a bartender; His teeth fell upon the bartender. He’s always struggled with his demons; That…

Normal, as just as a word, Stands too relative and not absurd… The word, thou always gets, read the same, It’s altogether a dependency, on the various situational games… Care free attitude, at a time was so very dear, All of a sudden, fear just…

Everyone in the house Is having a lazy day The house sitter At the end of three awful weeks That had moments of good Still not sure if they are done The dog Missing her pack She knows the sitter well And seeks her out…

Prompts Hour Seven Saint Norma Lee Norma Lee’s a square lady, a carpenter’s saint. She’s never untrue, all things wrong in restraint.   If you’re wanting an icon of what’s rightful and true. Pray Saint Norma will guide you in all that you do.   She’ll…

paper lies in the beginning there was love and land and all those relations held together by wants and longing to be better in places closer to all the truths humans thought they knew until they didn’t hear the voice of Love until they killed…

Buckle up, bitches And get ready to ride You just might need stitches You best say goodbye. From what life has taught me Through my ins and my outs Jutting through the expanse to see To witness what it’s all about One minute I’m jovial…

Out as a trader Endures child-labour, sex-slavery, abuse, and hawking As an outcast She ends up in the UN Ambassadorial seat With opportunity to revenge She refuses Instead trades her power and position to pursue world peace

She is our wild world allegory mourns we weep as she burns to ash