Blind man, come forth to the sound of light;
played through the strings of Never...
Baby-bottle vase on high
Two stem of long: Tulip...
Don't understand these crimes
These so called homophobics...
Slaves for our own imagination,
Trapped in world created from illusions...
Dry arrid wastelands turn to dust
As misery strides in with the desert winds...
We always become what we have begun;
first teetering steps take us from our birth...
Lonely days, followed by long nights.
The darkness is consuming...
A hunch awoke my silent night
as I swept up the remains of...
Adaptive species
aligned to crude forms of life...
Marionette, that little doll, seems in so many...
She is not perfect, and when you look realize...
All black lives matter,
but you'd never figure that...
Thruthfully
The little youth broke the string of his hat...