Tiding upon Darkened alleys, To your door From where  Days meld into the contours of longing, a Hand Upon your face. And if not an open book, May I the sea to drown you in kisses.


The seductive wind brought Tall tales from distant climes, Calling me to the wild.  Yet here comes the setting sun, And For What has this  shackled fool,  This modern man Sold his visions.


Abandoned child, I had no choice in my salvation, Where I was taken.  But I didn’t find it there. There was None Beyond the washing of feet, Tho loudly proclaimed in rituals. A Grotesque scene. It was a grieving heart That took me upon wayward paths, Where I found  Tabernacles in the swaying trees, TheContinue reading “x1”