Curtains Open: The Mind’s Monologue Begins!

In the aroma of a newly budding flower or in sight of a twilight evening come… there is no delight. Yet you, standing in the days’ end masterpiece of simmering colors with closed eyes, head tilted backwards, I inhale. your scent, this vision….stirs that which breath sustains To search for a feeling such as this is without reason. It is by you that these pleasure seeking senses are satisfied ....

In the aroma of a newly budding flower or in sight of a twilight evening come… there is no delight. Yet you, standing in the days’ end masterpiece of simmering colors with closed eyes, head tilted backwards, I inhale. your scent, this vision….stirs that which breath sustains To search for a feeling such as this is without reason. It is by you that these pleasure seeking senses are satisfied ....

Your rays caress my shimmering white skin Inklings of desire spring "Erase all the cold frigid death that I bring" Create in me life that I may pass on Liquefy me. Purity, yes, cleansing purity Make love to me, Summer Your heat, your passion, they create spring showers Somber hallow caves awaken Movement conjoined with tender warm breaths A breeze of relief now drowns out my wicked winters bitter woes You’ve stirred the waters; they run along side the jagged rocks Corroded sediments that hav...

Open Curtains: The Minds Monologue begins!

Creativity, safe haven to the insane.

Open Curtains: The Minds Monologue beings!

Creativity; safe haven to the insane.

"Your heart is the ocean and my name but words upon your shore" ~ Lady Its been long since we've talked My heart is aching My thoughts unclear Endlessly waiting for your return I hear nothing but your voice I see nothing but your face Was my name written with a finger upon the sand? Has your tide risen above me? Has it left me faded and drenched, drowning in you? You've taken bits of me back with you to sea... I am not complete with out you. Return me~

February 05 My Minds Monologue the curtain slowly opens... the distant shimmer of a falling star calls my name an hour glass that holds the combined sands of the world endlessly pours into my eyes my sinful soul reaches up the heavens in search of forgiveness while my condemned flesh seeps down to the depths of darkness the hunger pangs of children angst at my gut suffering of humanity tug at my heart these lips are sewn shut with the threads ignorance my feet are shackled by insecurities my ...