A reflection...a desperation drunk eyes try and try a conversation short but much too long twas not the coin this time nor the dice... did the latter clarify? Where too much choice erodes I saw the one way and felt good, or not, but made my decision. Now in his way there is another choice, a reason I will not make excuses but I think I've known what's best!   [more]
The snow upon the skin The blood upon the lips The hope upon the breast Leaves the whole unblemished. The fire in the fall The twirling, swirling, be it all The dream erecting in the flow The eloquence comes calling. Till slur and birch, the guilt residing, Sends home again all utter vagrants. [more]
The snow upon the skin The blood upon the lips The hope upon the breast Leaves the whole unblemis [more]
Sometimes I write terribly he said You never do I assure you But of course I do as everybody does [more]
I find myself wholly aligned to the madness of my soul To the ritualistic incantations of my being. [more]
The brow furrowed - it's hard to hide the turmoil, the head, the neck, strained. The eyes set in mo [more]
You have to go home But the dog did not answer. A wagging tail, a wriggling body, his youth his jo [more]
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