The stars were once bright spots But now they are spots of fire Burning all that they touch Once full of stories Now full of horrors We don’t name them for our gods now But of poisons and death The stars shine for pain now…

…And I lied down I came down For a spin, a jig And a rhapsody   I drew the strings The canes, the blinds The bedspread neat   …and lied down quietly   Hour 8 @varenyas

Indulgence in pleasure A poly-addiction Dull your pain and abandon conviction   The patience of a saint The stillness of a monk More learned than all ancient scholars   Wake up and check your inbox

Tree limbs falling Leaves flying Branches thrown about Saw is buzzing Deeply cutting Removing all the rot Wife watches husband work while sipping away on her wine gj

Love is not just sunny days. Sometimes it storms. Sometimes it rains. The best of loves weather the storms embrace the rain and keep us warm. But the forecast calls for sun.

She’s all about lying in bed with me, following me everywhere and feeling safe. To be honest she loves chasing squirrels, swimming in dirty water, and fetching the fish on my line. She’s my protector and best friend.

a thousand pictures of you and me together apart they don’t tell our story not the truth the love they witness is not the love we feel No camera tells our story the heat of your kisses tongue against my neck my breast love whispered…

She gave it all up and erased him from her mind she hated the hairs he left on the bar of soap his suffocating boredom, plus he’s a bit too much of a nice guy. He didn’t think she’d be a good mother and combined…

A world separate from worlds Where spectral bodies roam without limits They watch the good and bad Young and old Protecting and observing Maybe they love too We’ll never know For they live but are not part of life      

He is loud and he kicks tables and when he drinks too much he’s never sorry   I am stubborn and overly careful and I cry all the time   and together we are perfection