Happily-ever-after mythology only prefacing the sequel continuing the saga tacking on the index onto volume one having read this scene from life movies writing, rewriting the books playing déjà vu-all-over-again never more than countless times here-we-go-again monotony of changing times same cast of characters different…

Go somewhere Travel Go fast Go slow Don’t stop Sit on the porch Mingle with the young Exercise Meditate Be optimistic Don’t answer the phone Destroy all electronics Become invisible Learn something Go wild Believe something Go naked I am somewhere

Slowly, long, pink fingers pull back the covers, What a beautiful display!  Colored lines of beauty, caressing and creating soft curves across the scene, arising slowly, erasing the darkness into day!  The gray mist of dreaming fades in her fairest light, As sweet, sensual sunshine…

Suffocation living with minimal purpose days guided by routines spilled coffee, wrinkled clothes, misplaced keys purposeless, stagnant, a frozen existence numb with struggles that resist quietly within telling you to let go of what you have become all that you have allowed yourself to know…

So of course The day that I actually need them they are no where to be found The one day and I only asked for one day That I really needed them to support me they aren’t there I mean I know the only one…

Should have known It would, come to an end. I was Surprised, sadness – it comes in biting Waves, like the mosquitos of a hot summer day Taking a piece of your flesh, leaving you With an itcy, unsatisfied feeling… I MUST tell the truth!…

24 in 24 and 1 at 9 sounds like an algebra problem I once had when I was trying to solve (y+u=x) but I kept getting 0 I never understood why the X was such an important part of the equation until I realized that…

I cut an onion And I nearly cried   Not because I was cutting onions, mind you But I heard the sound echo Through my new big kitchen I felt space around me That I never had in my previous tiny kitchen And in that…

Death creeps amongst us cloaked in black hovering over the unsuspecting whispering to the witch sisters of Greece the thread of life held and pulled taunt long-sheared scissors opened prepared to cut Snip The End

radio silence can’t be the end the bristles of ur face can’t be alien speak to me the curve of your nail bed can’t be something I dig from imagination the soft soles of your feet can’t be a figment of my desires the mutilation…