Stilted Swings on the Shadows of the Night

Stilted swings on the shadows swoon nightly as do creatures accords. I pursue my dreams in them they self and swoon in pursuit of a virtual lust and mistake. Help be thy name the name on every wall and mirror. Sacred, sacred still stint and stilted in the night. In the night, in rage andContinue reading “Stilted Swings on the Shadows of the Night”

Foul Hours Before the Sweet Embrace of Night

The Hours are foul. The Sun Sets. I must begone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid the adieu, and move on to the night anew. 7/27/10

The Hours are Foul

The hours are foul. The sun sets. I must be gone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid thee adieu, and move on to the night anew.   7/27/10