Tuesday, September 16, 2008



The perpetuation of my bugled mind,
Simply takes defense of a weary body.
That craves short of my sanity.
Uncharacteristic swings of life makes me alive.
My fascination is my sanctuary.


Sunday, June 29, 2008



foggy visions
of limbering sights
once soothing
at a glance
triggering
the delicates of my heart
kept wounds
now undone