Mystery

My saintly love, take not a rasp to my soul. But evermore,
Undress the strata; for the voiceless, my...

The torch is shaman; the winds—a whisper; and love, a cryptic
Spark. Thus the heart, a mystic gem....

Such infusion, my love. It’s the grief of God. Whereby the soul
A wounded light. But peer and gaze,...

It’s a mystery, the color of screams. And every scar, a mortal
Blessing. Thus speak of visions, oh...

Upon a clover, my love. It’s the wish of dreams; thus the soul
A crimson web. But saintly eyes,...

It is to the beat of "Skinny Kid" by Young Scolla

Slowly growing weak and more chaotic is my mind...

My stoic joy. My secret saga. I’m a fantast, a fallen prayer,
Enlove with a phantom. Thus my trestle...

He’s undone, a pensive poet. His love—the texture of pain.
And fiery dreams induce panic. Whereby...

I’m a fluid faucet of dreams, my love; assuage my feening soul;
For kismet, the augury of love, a...

Through this purple mist

six tall trees are seen

stood just within the field

...

Whisper, my love. Speak passion alive. Awaken a subtle
Sensation, for the heart is whimpering. We’ve...

It’s the calligraphy of Christ—the deepness of such sorrow.
I long within foreign eyes, blotted...

Millions of Gods children search the mystery of our amazing creation.

Still wondering, and curious...

Its easy to pretend,

The voices won't haunt me again.

I draw a breath,

O how the...

Private

My life is a mystery
Keeps everyone wondering.
Not many people know,
The real me does...

The sky fills up with black birds, then more, and more until you only see darkness

Why are they...