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The flying serpents waggle through the air;

My hand, distended, eyes on target, set,

The amber gem betwixt these ribs to fret

Your crimson stone, the light of which to share, 79 more words



If you haven’t already noticed, tonight there is a full moon.

I always look forward to these nights, ESPESH when they are to be crystal clear.. 247 more words



Psst! The countdown has begun….
Are you ready?
The tentative release date is my birthday.
What? You don’t know my birthday.
What about the Ides of March? 10 more words


A song I wrote titled, "Not a Waltz"

It’s still not perfect. I just finished it yesterday and recorded it today.

It’s about a time period after my car accident when I was over-medicated on the wrong stuff. 133 more words

Poems And Songs

Small Hands 5-7-5

ghosts haunt her tea leaves
weeping red rooibos tears
as children labour

Ryan Stone