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My poison pen In red I write To rip and tear And scratch and bite I lay to waste In all great haste Unruly verse not to my taste..

Open wound Ooze about Smell so foul From the bowel Gushing blood Looks like mud Running sores Out of gauze Cut and splice Wit..

writers block~ what a shock head locked~ turned to rock empty verse~ what a curse nothing worse~ so perverse Intimidated Const..

Far, far, away In a land called yesterday Is where you and I will always be Your eyes, my lips, your face, my heart Locked moment..

where does one find time to open ones heart to see if there's anything inside that can help ones mind from making false assumpti..

clutter in the woods blood on the trees eliminate the contamination cut and slice mince and dice Glory to God and Nation We ..

Divine Wind Cherry blossoms Paper dragons A Geisha’s kiss The Rising Sun Kamikaze dive Mushroom memories “Froze..

Multi-shaded bright Technicolor sight Un-definable and reliable Luminescence is its essence Tachyon dreams and proton beams Gam..

sun water a seed grows its roots take hold life wind decay broken branch a fallen leaf death the dance continues not a ..

Seaweed ocean currents sand sharks and jelly fish blue lagoons and coconut trees no Friday to play master and slave with salty wa..