President Trump it might be
some say hopefully...

28-5-16
electrical storm...

1-1 dialogue
my words are released...

Rubber necking at
girls in their summer clothing...

Pentagonal towers of pollen
beckoning the busiest bee...

Language for me is
only a dream, a distant...

The table was laid
out just the way he liked it...

For years your dark hands
and warped mind haunted my days...

The bells did toll...
rain...

The power of nature,
Harmony is sought...

With each fallen tear
there is a lesson inside...

Red Death (Waltz Wave)
Red...