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

I went on a journey looking for
some thing to release my pain...

I am the crab.
Emotional and loving...

Anger and violent
abused and sheltered...

I happend to look up
and there she was...

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

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

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

My eyes drift my mind heavy with thought.
My hands gather around my eyes...

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

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

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