20/F/Ithaca NY
We live in an endless chasm of chaos and beauty. Poetry is the underbelly and the transcendent sky of this treacherously splendiferous existence.
F/I'M ILLUSIVELY"HERE"
Thousands of words; never enough to say or express. Stuck inside me, mute; yet expressionistic... Shy; yet bold; exotic & ordinary , mesmerizing, a beautiful …
On Oblivions Doorstep
I am that which was once many stars but faded reborn under a different name Darkness is my tether enjoy my many shades.. Once the …