I feel like giving up
when all the memories...

Like a Claret Cup Cactus hangs its head and wilts
Beneath the reaper's killing sickle...

In the mountains,
in a far away land...

Everyone has a story,
Like a perfect murder...

I am the crab.
Emotional and loving...

Old lady Mrs. Maple always did the
right thing...

splat! the bug hit my
window, oh snap I wish my...

Poetic balance of thought?
Why would thoughts be poetic and surely if ever...

Her mind drifter, hypnotized,
her eyes scattered and a blur...

The Land is dark
filled with death...

Deception speaks a whisper to me
and blows my hair abound...

a poem began with a thought to a dream
where the paper met the pen...