
As I say in my piece below, “words are meaningless inactions if not backed by action”…

moonlight shadows on walls from street light orbs shining dimly in the night echoes of silence…

What makes you move What makes you groove What motivates you Is it music Is it…

crimson blood spilled masticated meat cannot be satiated insatiable appetite burning from within cravings coursing through…

no physicality no urge to move staring at ceiling Jedi mind trick to make paint move…

frozen in time caught in a frame longing for what you have craving connection seeing green…

wrestling with a restless rage against a love tinged with hate

wanting and not having pounding chest and sweaty palms craving desire tearing at my soul each…

taking them back the hearts, the smiles and the tears that were stolen from me, from…

standing on the shoulders of the weak thumping your chest like an ape no one is…

tears filled with sadness heart empty a hole where you once stood death, too early where…

barren emptiness within silence no voice to speak desolation fuels desperation kills give up go on…

rage of jealousness piercing my soul hatred of smiles spewing bile within anger boiling clenched fists…

a moment in time stuck between two grains of sand neither giving holding on to something…

It was my shadow that I was as most scared of.I remember the first time I…

rise and fall of lungs begging for air flesh against flesh tearing at skin hate filled…