Who is that?
She who awoke me, my words
Choke me
I no longer smoke ; just jest – pigging
She calls me
As if she loves me ::: talking
Wanting things I want to give her
Pushing me beyond the boundary
“Life Starts at the End of Your Comfort ZONE” she gave me a pillow writing, stating suchlike suchlies
WtF am I to think
I love
Trying to hide it
She guesses non of it
I am sure of it
Hoping
Love is bed.
Sleep love me.
Lonely love in
Bed. I am bed.and those darn springs
pierce meThis bed be soft.
soft as sheet
Her loving embrace
at first gentle
piercing wounds she leaves
scarring/// tissue bleeding
Head Rest
A woman for you
Would be a balm.A woman for me
In my palm
Blessed beIf I were a woman
I’d know how to answer.
You may take your chance
At love if you give enough
There is a woman.inside
All of us
Embracing that which
The springs miss (bed time)
Her divinity in balance
Her stronger points
The Robot (in oil covered)
Smiling
There is death in falling
In failing
Flaming lips
Flailing hips
50 / 50
Our chance of
Survival
I jumped
For Freedom
Love is bed.
Sleep love me.
Lonely love in
Bed. I am bed.and those darn springs
pierce meThis bed be soft.
soft as sheet
Her loving embrace
at first gentle
piercing wounds she leaves
scarring/// tissue bleeding
Head Rest
A woman for you
Would be a balm.
A woman for me
In my palm
Blessed be
Love is bed.
Sleep love me.
Lonely love in
Bed. I am bed.and those darn springs
pierce meThis bed be soft.
soft as sheet
Her loving embrace
at first gentle
piercing wounds she leaves
scarring
/// tissue bleeding \
Head Rest
Love is bed.
Sleep love me.
Lonely love in
Bed. I am bed.
and those darn springs
pierce me
The Death of The Star
My HEART deserts me
Your beating / baton / ignites me
Heaving + Heart + unsigned integer
I am thy lord and thus thy
Conqueror
THEY think this is how it is
THEY think nobody else care
THEY think grey colours the sky
THEY think the old defies the new
THEY don’t understand
Reality is what
You make it
And and and
Reality is totally jaysome! 😀
Well… Jay… Sometimes reality needs bindings to keep it together. And not everyone do bindings like a Jay, so they struggle. Maybe reality need huggings too?
My cross, your cross of
evil; scars from knives and
nights of fever
Hi and Hello
Children of believers
Your ride is free
Scattered dreams
Recalled on beds of death
Dream of Californi…
Rage the dying of the li…
Rest beneath the cross of
Burden – the bottle empty
The bourbon deserted
