A clot of words
A fist of eyes...

Cafe of contemplation
Swirling the blackness, provoking thought pools...

A cavernous emotion...

Life falls
Like a cold stone...

Driving up to another crossroads.
Always choices to be made, left ones...

I hear his poor heart break as blackbird sings,
As I read ev'ry line of crimson ink...

Each morning she awoke
Wanting this day, another day...

Damaged silky strands
rewoven day after day...

brothers
fought back to back...

o o o o o o
lady zephyr flew...

Murdered in blossom time -
yesterday I lived, now my hearts bleeds...

Upon a rock we once revolved
Self-appointed pious souls...