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It's a circus in my head The frightening clown grins Like we are taught to do Even amidst mental circuses Such as these The wheels turn and tur..

knives in the fog surrounds the being gusts of purity vanish vanish cut from the same mold different dents different imprints different worl..

Twodictator tots plan botchers people watchers In and out of gracehoppers buzz kill shoppers giddy wonder stopper music tells me what to wri..

feeling the need to write- wondering if you put it there pushing my way through bounds and bristles in my way toward the deep arches of a runawa..

the curtain opens the distance floods itself with jewels on fearand fire- sun and power the unanswerable question to why we ponder limitless..

I am a wind that stops short of knocking things over A wild horse without speed I am a giant jar of jelly but my lid won't budge A martyr unsure of..

Driving to dreams of reality~ In my car while I kiss the rain Stopping singing standing For a split second with no desire to move Just to ..

light beats down the doom pervaded desert as i reside in my capsule the subtle sound of voices fading down a long corridor of endless possibilitie..

make a shift a turn of heart and mind a leap for some changing projections of who we think others are compete assume accuse blame a d..

Gather the ends of the sheet- Get ready to lift Both hands clenched in fists Raise them and watch she sheet Rise- Free, billowing... a sleep..