Erupting into black volcanic ash Dreams, hope, sanity and all were now past Grayest moon staring down at his backlash Shivering, shaking, why can’t love last Slipping into pure white shades of darkness Fleeting fiery thoughts of flat lines Craving…

There was a little baby He was born in the USA When he was only one month old He started to talk and say, Mommy change my diapers In them I have a mess Well when his mommy heard this…

Falling up into the clouds hard, fast so far from the ground but now I’m falling faster down mistakes like weights increasing strength alive, well scathed and scarred in the dark these marks cannot be seen feeling with intensity the…

All she really is, is an invisible girl made of jaded scars imbedded a little more than skin deep, Smothered by naked fears and stale memories that she wishes she didn’t have to keep. Freezing, frigid there’s no longer any…

You ever wake up only wishing that you hadn’t. Trying to find a way to fight another day, not knowing what to do or say Holding on to any glimpse of hope Only to find you are running out of…

She wonders what he’s doing now what path he chose in life Childhood play under the summer sun He picked for her dandelions Sweet and pure innocent love where can she find it now? She walks through the field pondering…

Can the beating of the clock destroy me? Will frolicsome notions slither forth yet? Stinging bees and butterflies still not free Uncontrolled blathering caught in a net Whisper forcefully with red tongue Delicious falseness so not contrary Dangling gingerly on…

Listen my children, as I tell the story of Bob—the bumbling dragon slayer. And his adventures with his little bro, Bill, the bad bug baker. Listen close because the motto, sadly, it is true. It’s in this story—a legend of…