Like a damaged nerve,
Like a dark bird
The spice of life
How i remember You, through all of Myself
How Your absence, troubles me
How i hide all of this Hurt
Down in the shadows

Space and spawn
It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks
A time of appalling inflation of words
A gap of silence
As light splinters into darkness
A blistering sky
The faltering shadow of unawareness
The past breathes through this emptiness
Pandering to the illusion of movement and change

This space around us is beginning to grow
We have faith that in this love
The mermaid girl from the carnival
A book of myths
The wisdom of God


Black ink throbs more than blood
Thorny on the soul
In the feverish dance of dust
The river of emotions bursts its banks
Over the edges of reality
Heaven was crying
For the twilight in silence
The existence of the Existence

Gypsy