"When you sleep do you see an angel in dying lights?Or can you see someone standing outside trying to set you alight?"- In Bad Dreams, Crippled Black Phoenix Life that we know of this world seems to exist as a continuum for most of us. Stars line the skies and the waves crash on the... Continue Reading →
Snowflakes
Snowflakes float into your lap in the soaring wind, Like the wishes of your friends residing deep within Your sighs and exaltations as you plough languidly through Hours and strides into your bleak day’s rendezvous With a crimson dove as it calls your dream of stone, As if your name it beckoned, a reality perhaps... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 