I am a squiggle of imperfection,
a reality that bites...
You can still travel
Moving forwards in reverse...
The climb might feel hard
Until you realize the...
Silence covers all with bold embrace
Her hands and fingers dance with lissom grace...
Tonight I shall wake up
from the nightmare of this life...
it is raining, I think.
I hear muffled sounds on my rooftop...
I guess I kinda wandered aimlessly through life
I've held jobs some would class as good...
Her elegant frame stole my sight
A glamour of golden hues in deepest night...
Ill always try
No matter if I die...
Feelings are for pathetic fools
They get you nothing...
The English language to me
Is something deadly and scary...
The historic charm of this old town calls to me
Buried in the hills just below Jefferson’s house...