old mister Walters sat in his chair his feathery hat to cover his hair watching as crows come down from the air down to his feet with flutter and flair cuts for the crows cuts for the damned eat up...
Dear diary cold coffee clicks the brain into the right state of apathy while some constipated customer clinches his cash crying his creosote over the crumbs of my creative corpse my care for their opinion ran out when I issued...
I am merely fatigued by always dodging insults as if there were bullets The truth used to be beautiful until the poison in our tongues reduced it. Our constructive minds have pieced words together to build skyscrapers That collapse resulting...
Desperately He distorted his vision And read between edges His eyes began to bleed A moth was pulsating In his periphery Defiantly He dismantled himself With crafted crimson characters But he could not see them The moth was flickering Within...
My feet firmly planted on the green surface of Mother Nature as kindness slowly crawls up my legs as I inhale the strength, the joy, the love, the peace Earth has to give as the kindness reaches my heart and...