Takeoffs From Flat Surfaces
(When Falcons Fall, You Can Feel The Transfer)

The rearview reflection is sending shivers into my spine,
my hands are pale and numb from the open windows.
Swirving in and out of the lines of transaction,
i am beautifully being held into my seat by the musical nature of silence.
Raining on a cloudless day is today not a ( Read more... )

 Derailing the Morning Commute
(The Expressionist)

Alternating the routes of transportation,
abilities for landscapes to escape the miles between minutes.
Railroad tracks are transposing the scenery,
from the furnishings of a half empty bottle,
to a dollhouse where i dreamt a photo to see myself a married man.

Adoration of picket fences set in rows of ( Read more... )

 Sequencing A Self -Portrait
(My Darling Morning Ghost, Another Kiss?)

Portaying the black and white morning
that finds shelter in the crevices of grace,
Searching restlessly
throughout bending blinds and the lining of lights
pouring in through window shades.
the morning ghosts watch humorously...

Scripting sequences
complexions with false pretenses
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The Carriers To Capture [Our Vestige]

In the corner of the carriers
responses are shuttered within dim settings
to capture the volume of whispers in the room beyond the clouds.

A seasons scrapbook sheltered in a hole on the ceiling
discolored skies set course to reform the dissolving salt
in the (sea)green waters sickened by the color of overused ( Read more... )

 A Cloud to Bring A Floating Mountain: Greetings with a familiar kiss!

Sunshine arise center stage.

Insisting on a standing ovation for each dim lit hour.
These credited creatures that appear moments inbetween,
With a map of a skyline view that centers on the reluctant break of dawn.

Floating freely in a range of overlapping blue and white,
upon a layer ( Read more... )

 Dismembered Forrest Green to the Tune of Whispers

Starry insight of resless souls on outter layers,
The soil damp with innocence,
but mature with age and a cunning knowledge of intentions.

The forrest whispers a pitch unrecognizable to those of black wick,
Breath's can be held in the wind as solid and non-fictional currency.

Overworked lungs of the ( Read more... )

The Delicate Enchantment of Freak

Delicate voice of fullfilment retrieve to the end of wits sight,
Devour the days of hourly searches upon the clouds of hope.
When rhythym overpowers daylight...
The sweet angelic voice of happiness underwhelms.

Delicate enchanted freak of divine nature
with that slimming background figure.
Learn to embrace the bloom of ( Read more... )