what i need today

the night – is calls with out question alas -it seems so absurd the thoughts -wonder past recognition until, -these visions that conspire can longer described by mere words I’m lost in a place with out pleasure I’m lost in a place with out pain I’m lost In the place past desire in the back of my brain…

empty sea

What churns the insides like the arctic sea? The ice shelves crashing inside of me When all should be coming to an endless gleam something comes running to invade serenity If you are a dove to take me from the dark I give you all my love and it seems that’s just the start You…