You may be a picture on someone's wall, but...
your smile will never be as crooked as the frame...
I have seen him barefoot with a stick in his...
drawing enigmas on the ground...
I am a modern sonnet,
penned by a modern punk...
This river reeks of shameful impurities -
stretching; contorting snake strangles land...
They questioned my sanity
for I feared not...
Your heart is
beating...
Within Us All
Preying upon bleeding tears...
Perfect
I catch myself thinking...
Pedagogues write the words
for the course...
Draw a line in the sand
and watch it wash away...
The identity of expression
is the prowess of artistic creation...
On this chair, in darkness, it's all so clear.
In control of emotions, thoughts and fear...