Shapeless frames writhe in wrath through darkened...
Overgrown, neglected, haunt of banshee...

Why waste three short words
when you can stretch them way out...

He is the watcher of life
the cosmos rewards him...

Don't think I'm one to recriminate,
each of us must follow our course...

I do not want to be cuddled
or sheltered by your charms...

She stands in their hotel room
gripped by deadly weather cast...

For youths who survive and win:
may you raise your children...

The longer I crawl this earth
the more my pleasures shrink...

Seen many hyped up premieres,
events that promised to be...

May your life bear trouble enough to overcome,
may your soul be restless enough to be driven...

Twisting freely in the gale
stripped of promises to keep...

People lightly walk on bright tears
Rippling the focus, yet not for long...