Fire, caress me

Some sort of morning "together we will live forever" the words whispering me to sleep.

I find solace in words, in every creek
I find the beauty of these hills to resemble the fire I sung.

The poem I wrote some time ago
obviously inspired, but somehow blossomed over time
an offspring that gave birth to rivers and lies

Let not winter mark and blessed be her, Mary.
Nor saintly sins or she's my burden now, the biggest mistake I've ever made.

...three weeks left of solitude

"And the winds would caress me, a being of thoughts to elevate besides me. A wisp in contour, a flower to rid the fear"

****ing piece of bullshit.

The fire has no breath again..


the sundown illuminating where I was


a scorched grove, midst my last book






to be read..







on a piece of flesh


a piece of rotting wh*re

So I did another one, similar to "her name" this is a raw outcast. So I might change a few things, or not Depending on how people like it now.

"I find solace in words" too....I think you do more in the elements because of your use of imagery.

I'll come back for a 'deuxieme lecture' (I'm yet to wrap my head round the elemental metaphors here)

As for font-play, you're on top.