As I lightly stroke "Liquid Raven"
across my eager nails...
Somewhere between home and I-65,
I found you...
When I run along the shore,
I meditate about life and more...
Beat at a stone cold
core, wistfully swaying to...
It helps to listen
as much as it helps to talk...
My mind is an idealist.
I know I was born to be that way...
I dream of a day
where stress comes in bottled forms...
I'm writing this display
of visual artifacts...
Sometimes I ensconce
myself on the palm of raw...
I'm a century
A cocktail of feelings as...
I saw the dark side of
your life, the twisted acts...
You always said,
that painted fingernails...