Silouetted tip toes hush
crossed a threshold of invitation...

Catholicism
spiderwebbed memoirs of lies...

My shoulders can not carry another load
this body was not designed for such burden...

Leafy medallion's
dangle from paint chipped pillars...

He baits his thoughts
Upon a hook of deep words...

A lovely darkness spreads crossed frozen earth
it's a peaceful night in the sounds of nothing...

Feathery elegance intertwines
as her song lays silent, unheard...

I
the fly...

If I were to feverishly bite my lip
in sequence of each syllable you...

Ivy gazing, as starlight guides
encircling beauty of webbed design...

What does it mean
to have a thousand pounds...

There Is a cave In my mind, well kept and hidden
a secretive hide away where I retreat to often...