The Blue Eyes of Morning

and the blue eyes of morning blink – closing shut upon the still desolation of harsh winter storms – frozen shut – tears flowing freezing crystal streams streaking diamonds upon the pale face of sorrow – oh how the unpigmented landscape shrieks as the warmth of spring entreats allowing once more the rivers to run…

Pathogen Rose

as much as it disgusts me i still love her – despite her infidelity the mind games the constant guilt i still look back on the good times – she shaped me groomed me helped me discover so much – introduced me to the highest highs the lowest lows guided me towards manhood – i…