Nebula

Everybody hurts sometimes,in the grip of a hasty ciphers.Decisions sometimes leave menot but some survivor. I hear of the chasms deep calm,under rock and stone ponds.We are connected and collectedtogether in the great beyond. Tell of the windows to a soulI am sometimes out of control.But the things that bring Springin my seasons I now…

The Cold Rose

Shiver in the colda live rose feels a bitethat it battles and fightsonly to fall in night.Failing with inactionthey say be brave and mighty;falling faces as I walk bythe injury tilts me slightly.Rather than the gripsof all of my vices resoluterestraining me I valuesuch guidance absolute.I look into the cold andsee all wickedness graspme in…