I wish that I could share these thoughts
that swirl around my head as drunken tears...

Deadly mascara dances under the moon, as night...
forbidden behavior goes unnoticed as feverish...

Elegantly landing among an emerald shaded leaf,
painted aura wings shall electrify a sunlit...

I coiled my soul in the depths of madness,
walked upon sharpened blades of glass...

I'm an old soul writer
with a backyard pen...

Pearled iridescence
shadows the corner...

I've got a ghost in my pocket
and a butt full of calories...

I wrote a song upon a tree
that whispered in the night...

I enjoy the comforts of my writing style-
mixing flavored koolaide to exasperate...

I'm lost along a broken highway
of scattered buttons...

I have written many times about our love,
but do the shadows know about that moment...

Soft, summer winds leave me isolated
trapped between ebony nights, balmy days...