The darkness of a new beginning

The stark and cold emptiness
that runs
before a bursting forth..
Like a river full and swelling with ice and clarity.

Caring is Creepy

It shakes my pretty little clavicle.

Put me under a microscope

There are things that are made for pleasure and others made for function.

Me? Function..

You look like you could use a hug

The best part about being alone is being alone.

Woman, you see, is an object of such a kind that study her as much as you will, she is always quite new

"Freethinkers are those who are willing to use their minds without prejudice and without fearing to understand things that clash with their own customs, privileges and beliefs. This state of mind is not common, but it is essential for right thinking."

May all directions be our allies

The Laws that bind us to this earth, keep our hearts in our chests and our minds in our skulls. Knowledge of others and absolute truths is called intelligence; knowledge of ourselves, true wisdom. And yet, I find myself unable to grasp the essential knowledge of aspirational vs. realistic ideals. Patellas are broken and bellies are bleeding. Colors are relevent, lips are blue and hearts are broken.

lemondrops & gumdrops

The grayest cloud above my head sings of interment and plasticity.

FOLLOW YOUR INNER MOONLIGHT; DON'T FIGHT THE MADNESS

"...no girl had ever moved me with a story of spiritual suffering and so beautifully her soul, showing out radiant as an angel wandering in hell and the hell and the selfsame streets I'd roamed in watching, watching for someone just like her and never dreaming the darkness and the mystery and eventuality of our meeting in eternity."

My heart eats beets.

Steak for chicken

Maybe I was right.

You've got blood in your viens

Language is a veritable manifestation of limited expression. The spoken word diminishes that which lies unexpressed within us, and yet its power is felt through the exquisite horror of reality and permanence. We cannot retrieve the words that we send out into the ether that collide with the minds of others. Instead, we are bound and ruled by the continuity of language. There are feelings, thoughts, energies, and emotions within our hearts and minds that should not and cannot be uttered in the form of words or sounds. And yet, we must keep trying to convey that which lies dormant and intense within us. But how? Where words fail, what succeeds in bringing truth and understanding between two souls longing for closeness? A meaningful look, perhaps? A gentle brush of feathery fingers against ardent skin? How can we, as humans, kindle a light in the mere darkness of a world filled with excessive and selfish individuality that denies all connection to the souls of others?