When the cradle of midnight settles in these bones
and the night envelops,
untilizes us to it's whims
The Desert Path
Put it in again,
this embryonic plague
calls me home and leaves me breathless
Colors Of Spring
I feel like I can't draw
this sun through the eye of a needle.
This expanding merry-go-round of farce
Luminescent eyes peer eerily from above,
Oh, if this world-wearied flesh could speak
What tales you would hear.
From the blissful ecstasy of a midsummer day
The Bi-Leveled Deceit
This is of two levels,
That, on which land-bound fish tread,
And the other on which truth seeking eagles
A garden of macabre delights,
through a window pane found looking
a young man pricks his eye.