The heart of the leaf is hidden And forbidden. For what they know, They never show. They know hideouts of terrorists, Heard of slashed wrists, Know what we don’t, Ask but they won’t They know all, but they can’t recall, Not even small. So they all wilt, Lonely with guilt. Younglan

Everyone knows I am capable, I’m well able To give out care, To show I’m here. I am great at sacrificing, Good advising, I coo to love, Hell, I am love! But I’m still lonely and single. When I mingle, I’m just a bore. I smell, I’m sure.   They say I’m hot but don’t […]

13 ghosts and 14 shadows, aim the arrows at the odd one don’t let him run. The last shadow doesn’t scare me. It leaves me be. I think it’s mine, I’ll know with time. And if it’s not of my body, then I’m sorry. I will own it if it will fit. Yeni

The Layers Doth open Closing you in. The strike of pity Piles a prisoner’s sin. The casket tells a story Buried underground, of a man, Six feet tall, all was nothing he kept, Richard Cory, silence was all it took. Williams was Robin himself, I suppose, Like stars that shine too timid at night, The […]

There Are laws Unwritten, Words unspoken. The leader of a Pack, is still a member Of the same pack. Let his rules Inspire him to follow with pride. Rightly perform the rite of being right. If the exemplar be example, The followers would follow easily. Let the first piece come from the captain Well punctuated, […]

I Recall Everything; The heartbeat of The leaves that saunter, The earth again leaving Under my feet still grieving, A troubadour’s frail elegy, Fingers pointing like a stern capuche. “We have suffered another loss,” she said. Then I remembered, how did I not know? The sun had heard and refused to glow Water was sent […]

Me, Birthdays Are sure gifts like sun and moon. They write my rebirth and put songs into them. They wake my dead gratitude and mummifies my happiness. Accolades and cakes follow as well, some tradition to live and remember. They come in a dozen for special ones, they’re tall, slim, sweet and so beautiful. I […]

To those thoughts that die with no heads, plant thyself in death of again, and still no seeds will taste the rain. Those needles whose tips loose those threads, your metals are not zinc or lead, don’t choose how to rust in your bed. Those pure bloods that are impure breads your father’s hands are […]