I plucked you from a meadow because I was...
As you sit within that vase, I gradually watch you...
First setting eyes on you
the desire is overwhelming...
The other day I asked a question..
One I didn't expect an answer for...
You stripped me of my identity,
leaving my heart uprooted...
Broken Hearts don't mend
Little heart tucked up at left...
Asbestos eyes and death breathe mist
The midgets gazed and hissers hissed...
You pitiful morons
Who love to beg in your title...
A soul cracks into two
Much like a tree; struck upon by lightning...
I go to a place where
dreams criss cross...
I'll Return to Mother Earth
toil my hands within her roots...
Van Gogh is in Melbourne
so here I am finding myself...
I had a dream, on a lovely summer night
A prince there stood; beckoned me for a flight...