‘Windswept’ every blank page that lay before me, was cast aside into irrelevance. I saw my pen enveloped, buried, beneath the press of the metaphor unf… Image of a City Image of a city / The city is sound creation and color creation / It is the sound creator.. the color creator / The creation is happening… Red Afternoon Red Afternoon / They travel down roads among green grass and roses / Green grass red with afternoon glare- This shine is absurd / It̵… ‘Solitary’ A warmth was awash in the world of the night, shadows cast flickers from within my eyes, heady the scent of bloom ’pon heavy wind, sc… ‘Near’ By all means inspire; if you can’t engage. I find myself wearied, putting rounds down- range. / Come to a point, feels ain’t m… The Night Yawns The night yawns and stretches both arms, / Spreading a layer of black over the town, / A cat arches it’s back under a streetlight, / … ‘Chief’ Sweeping light through heavy cloud breaks; / churning through the dust. / Lusting after lucid fates, / blood a-flame as such. / Time away t… ‘Rmembr2/4get’ If this is, ‘just life’; / then, well you know what? / Fuck life. / This tale of two cities / is getting a little old. / These … Untitled Still the clouds are burning / and the sun is smoking / from the last day of eternity / when love was supposed to be forever.