To like and to love is separated by international waters; one couldn't possibly mistake one for the other. And still, we find ourselves floating in our lonely boat in deep water, and yet, no matter how much we wish to wash up on the shores of love if the wind does not blow, then, well, … Continue reading To like, to love; no in between.
To walk across a lake, to walk on water - one need not be jesus. The frozen lake offers a path for all willing to dare, those who are willing to step onto the ice freshly laid bare. An exciting journey no doubt, for who love not skating about? Cheap thrills borne of uncertain steps; … Continue reading The Frozen Lake
Steady with the pace, roll, rolling down the rolling, hills, yeah this is the place, this is where i'm whole, and with each passing day, each rehersal, each performance, the play; a twisting of events, threatre playing out before my eyes, can you slow this horse? the look on your face, o' how it takes … Continue reading rolling my r’s
I want a gangsta bitch, like ride with me til' I die 'ish, yo Like total emotionally vulnerability, like real a healthy dynamic Low-key glances and inside jokes, one glance and you'll drop a Double gauge humour on the play, rolling around the floor like ev-ery-day Corny love poems cross compton, like when I get … Continue reading love x gangsta rap
Women have been a point of weakness for me. The novelty of a new face, the lustful seductress leading me back to her place. Why is their house always empty when they invite me inside? My lust blinded me to the distinct lack of furniture, of anything of substance really. Nethertheless I would motion to … Continue reading women.
Caught up in the turbulence, lost in the vortex; self-induced. Keen to self-induce a snooze, caught up in the thought, In the thought of you.
Kindling to a spark, spark to an ember. A smouldering ember that I thought was lost, this ember, as ember blaze before, burns with hot fiery curiosity and desire. The ember that ignites my creative flame, I think has returned back once again. How can you miss something for which you’ve never had before? …a … Continue reading neumuse.