Slowing Down, Screeching To A Halt.

In that moment of beauty.

I remember that night. You on your knees, The tile floor. Braced against the toilet. Thin strands of hair across your face. Blood tinged bottom lip. A helpless look in your eyes. And I kissed you. In that very moment, full throws of beauty. I kissed you. I kissed ...

SMILE...

It’s good to know there are still people out there like me… on the loose.

highway dreams.

top down, Your long brown hair whipping behind you. v8 roaring down the highway. American muscle. no one around. Just you and the night. living day by day, mile by mile. wind in our hair. only stop moving long enough to fuck on the back seat. maybe the hood. cold nights we cling tight. no obligations. no destinations. no love. just life. just passion. Just freedom just the blood in our veins. Places we've never been. Things we''d never see. vacant of anything that might be construed as "our old lives" a free spirit and a broken heart, a filthy world. the smell of exhaust and leather and sex. we'll make our money as we can here or there. thrills around every corner. your next step might be your last. life and death in constant feud. the wild west, land pirates. drifters. So many names thatll never do justice. what are we runing away from? or are we running forward? Running at all? When things get too heavy we'll quiet eachothers mouths with our tounge. always longing but never for too long. we'll push it down. itll creep back up down the road.to suffer is to be holy. to be free is to be lonely. to understand is to expierience. Im sure we'll part just as we came. no warning no hello, no good bye. Theres no end to this story. There must be something to fill that void. theres only one way to find out. come on... lets go for a ride.

Someplace unfamiliar

with every step. 

I move further from this earth. 

This being ive become. 

clouds once looming over head,  

now just a haze someplace below. 

That place. 

One I never knew and will never know. 

Could never know. 

With every wish Ive held my breath. 

let down. 

Im running out, t 

urning blue as that very color fades from it. 

Those calming words you spoke to me. 

That calming voice, 

bringing sanity. 

as there once was… 

again nothing will be. 

Prolonging pain. 

Inducing change. 

a short glimpse at clarity. 

The night provides the day. 

fire, the beauty of the flame. 

And the ashes, 

the perfect place, 

a clean slate. 

Just a random drawing I did,

I am an artist.

 I only have one piece. it has no price. it encompasses the entire gamut of emotion. The closer you get, the more you understand its meaning. it can not be recreated or duplicated. I am this piece.

The undead.

I live like a ghost. invisible and stuck to the corners and dim lit ways you never walk. observing without being seen or felt. as life unfolds around me, I burry the burden. this skeleton in my closet.

The black

just about ready for take off. I can feel it in my breath.

The way it moves through me. shivers up my spine.

it comes on like love. getting me off like lust.

soon it will leave me. Like you in that beauty.

 its the only place… I can go… that you cannot…  follow