Its time to pardon,
to end it all...

Behind Her,
Hidden on the inside...

Pull back the curtains,
roll up the shades...

Societal Aches
Cold stories wave through the media...

A ripple of satisfaction,
drips through the crack...

Winter Wonder Medleys,
they float & pass her bye...

Poking at my innards,
inside my deep vast soul...

Every story has an ending.
even the cliffhangers do...

The Result of Entertaining Temptation
Deep inside an incased shell...

Whether or not my existence,
was pre-ordained or set in stone...

On a pedestal that outlooks the sea,
visions of a milky clear lake ween...

East Rivers flow,
Men beat the ground...