You, who know me best The jokes we share together. We are separate on occasion, But you know me best Why is it we connect? Are we twins of different births and mothers? Could such a thing happen? Let alone exist? We exist, That is enough for suggestion. Calming effects occur when you’re
She hold her life in her hands as if it were weightless. Sitting on the edge of sadness and great peril, The windowsill, open and ushering in an autumn breeze. She places the gun to her head, Her hands move all on their own. Unconsciously, fingering the trigger. Ready to pass judgment upon her skull.
Forgotten lore from long ago, Reminded daily of where I flow. Encouraged daily by your presence; Established constantly by your essence. Many a time I wish I new, What it was, I was to do. Capture freedom or living slave? Rocket mounted but Misbehaved… Wicked style that pervades my empathy, Foolish folly all leads