Humanity in its rawness is animal We with our gold and china are primitive
Month: August 2020
A Love Poem
All I crave is for a love like death a death who leaves me gasping for breath a death bringing me more alive and sometimes I wonder why your hands are so far from now and it pains me the melody the touch and the eyes which make me think of love or lust because…
Numb From Passion
I am a lost soul in the garden of Eden Trying to be numb Instead of feeling As all passion secretes from my body and leaves me behind
Impartial
I cry because all I know is sorrow and when I smile it is because all I know is joy
The Passage of Time
What was then is now archaic and everything I do will someday be too.