When my feet are on the ground.

If you just had some idea. Here comes the goodbye look.

Straightforward Poems for Straightforward People. A poem about the artmore hotel. I could never love a woman who does not write poems.

Coming Soon, My Blog! A blog much like my life. There is nothing wrong with what I do. Published October 11, 2013. I sing, I dance, I cry until dawn. I sing the joy ecstatic. I get what I want. I give what I desire. I let myself be lied to. Published September 14, 2013.

When I got into writing, it was mainly just a sex thing. When I got into writing, it was mainly just a sex thing. When I got into writing it was mainly just a sex thing. Because guys who knew how to string together a poem got me wet between the legs. There are some terrible truthseveryone has to face.

You know, I know. The devil shaking in my legs knows. White stripes in the wood. I used to think church. Was the place to feel the spirit. When my spirit was light, but. As I got older, my spirit. Looked to clinging, to hover. In the fringes of the bowels. Of the dark and desperate. Hells we call out nature. Tonight, Hell is on. Hell is a court with the.

A garden of expression, grown among the stones of the Brooklyn streets. A fall from the sky day. Watched by the eyes of those. Who would burn us while sleeping,. Our blue sky of freedom. And ordianry, in daylight. A hooded young man crouches. I long for my city. And my dreams of this city. I came full of hope.

com site in all the land! Skip to primary content. The Landscape Of A Head. I fell in love with the colours in his head. His mind was a walk among a forest of kaleidoscopes. Every shade and pattern altered into wonderful, intricate landscapes with each thought he opened up and shared. It was like standing below stained glass as the sun rose, being bathed in arcs of emotional rainbows. And I lost the brilliance of him, the suddenness of .

And in those dayswhen we would wander in the woods,your hand would findmy secret places.

The air is thick with natural vibrations. My body moves in rythym. I need to sleep so let yourself out just clean up your mess on your way. I can feel the air vibrate around you fingers. Oh! Equals one plus one. It all comesfrom a single pointand it all goesto a single point. Tiny white flowersfloat down to medrfitingfrom your tree of life. It is her shadow Her eye, her touch her voice. She, I am, is woman.