The man that lives in the attic is soot-coated ebony licorice. serpentine tongue with whip-like wit. His smile, as crooked and bony is his back. Let not his feeble appearance fool you. Surprisingly spry and attentive is he and he seldom rests. Not a wink while there’s dark. Like a bat in your cave, slinging his guano around. Hidden in the corner, now covered in webs and dust, a trunk is found. One lock. One key. My turn, deep breath… and then light. Just light and awe. And I reme...

-Grim Love Song- we marry when the time is right, if that's something your interested in, maybe make a child. New possibilities. The fear, not new, nibbling away at me trying to replace this joyful knowing. It's telling me, 'You were wrong before about this stuff. what is different? Other than the interconnectedness of our stories...We came to the same idea at the same time in the most perfect time of our lives... That moment when we expected it least. And I think you just might feel the same...

The man that lives in the attic is soot-coated ebony licorice. serpentine tongue with whip-like wit. His smile, as crooked and bony is his back. Let not his feeble appearance fool you. Surprisingly spry and attentive is he and he seldom rests. Not a wink while there's dark. Like a bat in your cave, slinging his guano around. Hidden in the corner, now covered in webs and dust, a trunk is found. One lock. One key. My turn, deep breath... and then light. Just light and awe. And I remembered the ...

It feels better this way. I certainly feel better today. We let go of something inside. Suddenly, didn't the world come alive? You can look into eyes with purpose and poise; see what's beneath all the tears and the noise. I can still smell you in my hair, on my skin, everywhere you and images spin. I'm not afraid of what might be, what is, is not or what could happen, you see. I'm not too worried about what you will think, for if we are linked, there will be no kink. I can't wonder anymore wi...

Sometimes sadness seeks you out like a dirty minion doing the biddings of his evil master prodding and poking his way into your happiness only to suck out the last wisp of breath extiguishing the golding flame of joy that burned once before leaving in trade a damp and silten shallow grave slowly, slowly filling with tears and fallen earth And when that bastard enters your house and burns down your joy you are to rise up and flick a spark once again slowly blowing life back into the earth for ...

I had forgotten but I rememeber now. You were there, we were there somehow. Standing together, entwind in the street; our breath fogging, lips parted we meet. You're standing just so and I already know this time we are both now complete. I saw the same partners, now later. Their passions had grown greater and greater. A family had sprung from their love over time and both of them finer with age, more refined, Like two precious stones set by the creator. Everyday. Living. Devine. Joy. Love. De...

And then in a wink they all tumbled in, carried by light so focused and thin it pierces through souls and links every chain, knits every lining, births every pain. The man with the staff and genuine laugh carries weight in the breadth of his skin. He wonders and ponders; a chief of his craft but the secrets lie locked from within. Her eyes, they appear so glassy but clear to the point and the color of rye Her breath is the paint, the mind is easel the process so joyous, so infinitely peaceful...

Creeping together slowly creaking through time when life find it's rhythm, the world find the rhyme entwined they are spinning for purpose sublime They wander, eyes closed for a matter of minutes bumping into, onto, between, on-top of, and after all things within it's massive presence embodied with glow, this golden life planet. Magnificent show. The sun as it sets cues color to illuminate the sky, kindly send clouds along on their way up high and winks it's green blink as torch passes to the...

If life is the story then time is the book. The plot is unfolding wherever we look. The characters the score, their foibles the crook. The words keep on typing the chorus and hook Effortlessly flowing, the life-giving brook. Each single note, vibrates on its own Lending deep resonance to the full-bodied tone The beat keeps us moving by its rhythm alone The earth keeps on spinning, the sun daily shone Joyfully singing, rejoicing love known. Once all of our minds are on the same page, when the ...

Sarcasm and Wit, togetherly split they spit they spit, their serpentine grit.. finicky, cool, colliding indignant but there is laughter and wisdom built in it not just the patterns of words to the beat but something that's been created off sheet. Pointedly truthful, observant and poignant incessant in play for the poets enjoyment. Irony sits in the hands of the holder; molders and maker of laughter's employment Carefully coined, tuned with precision, or randomly snatch from the unknown above ...