I'm working on a new poem but having a hard time of it lately... finding it difficult to concentrate for
some reason (wicked grin)

Dark red swirl
Round an
Alabaster girl
Her hands ache
for his face
His lips like warm wine
Her fingers intwined
In his black mane
She finds her way
To his dark
Heart


oh well that's as far as I can get right now...

been away too long...
wondering about things, people
and waiting
be working on some new art soon
i hope

I'm waiting for someone to understand their worth in this world, which may never happen...as far as they're concerned, day in and day out, their world doesn't revolve around themselves, but for their family. This isn't wrong This isn't selfish but what is wrong and selfish is to think that when they are gone, their family won't be affected by their passing. To think no one will care no one will miss them is it selfishness or blind hysteria?
It's all about the pain. The suffering. The isolation.

i wonder what is happening today
outside my truth of mind
not much intelligent to say
just wish he were here
to take me away today