Before I go home, knowing my complex definition has been altered by erstwhile thieves and anxious lovers (absolutely one in the same), let me speak. Let me speak. No, at 3 o’clock in the morning, let me whisper bygone intentions I once believed, or was fooled into believing. I am a fool; not am imbecile: […]

Listening, or disallowing, emotions is, in effect, blocking your windpipe and trying to breathe through the pores of your skin. Heaven knows it may be possible, but you will waste away attempting to find out. A struggle, at first; your heartbeat will hasten and blood pressure heightens, but you will not sustain yourself without oxygen, […]

don’t tell nobody else needs to know i tell my self there is nothing to share about you and i no reason to tell unless we can admit what we think we know what do you tell yourself?            j.g.l.