I've watched her for years now,
struggling to fly with broken wings...

I'm writing this display
of visual artifacts...

Darkest of emotions
flavor a tongue...

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...