the will to walk away is something earned
never granted, yet always wanted...

Spill myself
-unto paper, like blood from deep wounds...

The boots were stylish, classiest design
You laced them up, double knot-please dont see me...

This is not a secret nor a story
If it sounds full of lies or old wives tales I'm...

I am an "artist"
I express myself by undressing myself...

This is a rhetoric
a thespian production...

apoplectic/apologetic
mystic/critic...

so, Susie, supposed this soul
was shes to squeeze as she please...

I have watched people breaking, fall down and...
I've listened to and held heavy thought, cradled...

There are like today that make me feel so alive...
those mornings when you walk outside and the world...

I drown deep down
in this ensuing tsunami...

Every month or so I get this feeling like I've...
that the things inside my head never come out...