poetry

(The Doors of Perception and Deception) I sometimes walk through the doors to demons I stand firm and look them...

I am a glowing red complement to my fuel A necessary gift to renewal Water, Earth, and Air are my...

Peace pervades my essence as the cool night soothes my soul Life is good in a way that purely makes...

Flames burn the excess As if we have left any excess to burn We waste and abuse and ignore and...

A picture of a pear Draws me in and lays my soul to bare Of a shape and form that...

Pounding membranes send pulses through my head A whispering voice mesmerizes as it speaks for the dead extremely loud noises...