Erratic thoughts, flow
tranquil as the Thames...

I'm finished and done!
All my plans have been dusted...

Round and round and around,
life is like a kiddies play-ground...

Stunning vision on a mission,
glowing red gown, his will did drown...

Turbulent motions, coursing through my neurons.
Fear-filled notions, entrancing me for eons...

Hello dear friend where have you been?
I've been buried alive in your happy dreams...

Desire is that sense of need warped by longing
a frenzied feeding zone for predators...

Consider yourself, oh butterfly.
Each day you prance about in your lacey glory...

It's a beautiful day, to be alive
When you awake to a cloudy sky...

Remember how I spent nights,
weaving intricate rhymes on this site...

In this dark room I sit
contemplating the darkness of my shadow...

From the top of the hill I can feel
the wind blowing on my face...