time is running free
not shackled by me...

some-times we need to fall on the ground,
to appreciate the view...

sperm is a legacy in transit
the space between words, filled with speculation...

a pocket full of rusty cions
the well is dry...

logic, a dream boat floating on a Tsunami
up was up and down was down...

I have reached a spot where I did not want to go
at the end of the day...

the taste of life is so sweet, I feel with all my...
sending a chill down my spine...

I am holding back no more!
I can make it into anything, at all...

I have this gift, that I have been given
to stay in the moment...

aimlessly I fondle the frozen words trapped in...
hoping to resuscitate a glimpse of yesteryear...

the imagery of light plays heavily on the use of...
all things cast a shadow, living proof of...

life is perceived to be a long road
seen against time itself, it’s nothing...