Walking as I do, In steps that leave Reflections. Asking of the city, For choices that weave Directions.


Walking as I do, In steps that leave Reflections. Asking of the city, For choices that weave Directions.

Taken by the drinks, On rocks And those well shaken, Double, Triple shots To forgetting, My forsaken.

Fated as we are, For Communication I cannot, Speak anymore Than a Silent, Conversation.

Instilled in forms, A determination, That was born As Time was old And so will be Our Hearts, Retold.

Deep in question, The answers always stray But taking only fragments, To go deep in thought They never go away. […]

The gust has hushed, The candlelit torches As demons down there, Are stripped to bare The Omens have rung, The […]

Years have been given away, And centuries too, Of woman claiming Of man saying, Not my responsibility And it surely […]

Justify the focus, On a stillness When smiles, and decisions Require miles, And revisions. To get there To get farther, […]

Exchanged among the forceful fictions, Are frictions predicated on passive dictions The mission of which to cuss a veracity, Through […]

Recently I found a blue, That sang as loud As I would too, If my pain Had taken mine, And […]