My love how long have you been crushing me...
how long have you been tearing me apart, like i...

The moon red and the night green
someone said that vultures sing...

Dear child,
I wrote you before you were written...

Love is like a fountain...
or a spring...

Day1:
walking on the street head down...

She was clad in the simplest earthliness
there were clouds beneath here feet...

Who i am is what i write
ink of black on paper white...

I cannot create vultures that eat
flowers in a blood love Monday...

Thwax is the music that burns the chord and reduce...
it is the poet's song when the words that his...

Ah she was never quiet
Always shouting in what was the sanctuary of my...

The Poetry of the wounded soldier
I was watching the red skies, the red skies...

Brilliant I say, but on second thoughts, nay
I was hoping to keep my skeletons lock in my...