Taking blood as a hobby,
Evolving into a paranormal encounter...

It’s a mystery
Why a teardrop spills salty relief...

When that humble time crashes through my life
When the world sees you useless, and you die...

I whispered the words in my mind,
Fantasizing your reaction...

It's lingered on my cherry lips
Swimming through all my dreams...

Webs of cotton- pink, from his hand
Touching the braids of her hair...

Ironic; the way you paint
Reminds me of a sound I once sung...

Escorted into the underworld by Anubis
Roped and bound with burly flaxen twine...

Christmas Season is in the air
I can smell the mistletoe...

** This poem is strange, it was inspired by one of...
Your mind, your spirit, discarnate...

Time seems like such a myth
However staring, uncomfortably at a moving object...

Two left feet approach a balcony of air.
The wind laughs at my disposition...