Mamma Mia! Maestro, mute the music!
My mouth must meditate, moreso mediate...
Outside my window
a red scarf and bowler hat...
With my nose pressed against glass, I'm kissing
turtle heads, neck exposed to fluorescence, almost...
From the start of daylight
through the night...
"Poetic Forces"
Through me too words do flow...
Ever so quietly, I watch you
with your desperate ear wide open...
There's no beauty in one sided love...
it's not even love...
Why do I write?
A question often asked...
I am the teabag you so crave,
my brand appealing to your taste buds...
It plays me like an easy tune.
It breaks me down in structures of chords...
Let me tell you something thats for the birds
a useless silent letter attached to my words...
Silent Hearts
The flower bloomed, inside a heart...