"Art and ink so free"

The ransom was paid.
I would guess it got some style
points with its hand-off,
although that’s really just a sense
on my part, given it’s been
all my part and there still
has been no word or
sig…

now i am telling you! " hold my hand"

“that feels better, I can feel you now!

now close your eyes and imagine

just a little thread
of water
down the side
of a cup
of a tree trunk

trickle

how the time
ticks sometimes lonely
sometimes only
second to second
a world apart

trickle

as honey runs
sweet
insipid
and slow
just e…

I am on a road to nowhere

take me to the place where you go
where nobody knows

Shy and curious at first. But as
Time passed the full
Gamut was experienced. And though
Reflection understood it was
Sorrow who held the
Moment… of time
Thwarted in the
Land of
Neglect…

You rape and
Pillage. Storm my very
Heart! What is it you
Want from me? Is it my
Pound of flesh? I gave that
Eon’s back… You are
Never satisfied. No matter
That I give all I
Have.

and now the clay is on fire. peeking out of winter’s decadence.
the enchanting beauty of staying inside. you and i.

Could it be
that the anger we feel
towards life
is a knowing in our spirit
telling us
that all is not right…?

By allowing the elaborate collage of words to paint imagery they may only have encountered dripping out of their most unexplainable dreams…

I’ll walk the walk.
I’ll talk the talk.
I’am who I’am.
And that’s not all…

If I can sense your smell…
I’ll fly like a bat out of hell.
I’ll come crash…

Pixies highlight the ethereality
as the night sky falls upon you

the tiny shells
and legs like minute strands of bone
in my hand
they look like nothing
feel all tickly fine

yet these are the foundations
the things we
build ourselves upon

easily crushed
and forgotten
but…

today i cry for those
who freely chose
to go fight and die
for us and ours

Fight and fright are my
Enemy.
Sweaty palms and glazed
Eyes are the result. And me
Frozen; a deer caught by her
Subconscious, screaming
Stop.

I tried to wriggle from you
Your kiss held me still 
As I let my self embrace
That suffocating thrill 
Of unwrapping the Territory
 that eyes had feasted on
But somehow invaded me like 
The melody of a song…

Left to
Smolder on a heap. A
Bag of bones forgotten. Her
Heart torn out and
Thrown away… Her
Mind plundered so has fled in
Terror… And this
Corpse that was once

Blissful ignorance is
Ok
‘till it bites you on your
Butt.
‘oh right then it’s
Personal and you take
Note…’