As always,
emotional rantings...

Ever wonder why a tree sheds its bark?
to add another circle of life...

I got stuck one day
with my shoe lodged...

I've got steel of a priest
coursing through my veins...

Scarlet lights shining
John pays for Jezebel's smile...

There are days when words
go bumper to bumper with...

I've been writing this piece
many years to date...

Walking barefoot, my mother moon stands by,
guiding a cotton whisper slowly...

I've grown accustomed
to nothing but a smile...

I choose to gaze through lace curtains.
There was a time not long ago...

We have consumed,
mulled over trivial thoughts...

I remember the day so clearly,
a broken nose and bruised eyelid...