making a reality for myself
as I draw blindly
then find myself unmasked
among all my chaotic writings.
Ive twisted to long
among the tangles in the air
I can no longer untwist myself...
is there time to find the knotted weaving
and free myself before the building burns
Is there even meaning in finding the way out..
Today it is the thread
spun once around my neck
and tomorrow I know it to be a second
and the next a third..
Ive decided its not worth the fighting
my dreams have spoke to turn out
and Ive noted the cues
I've read a few of your pieces thus far, and am very pleased with what I see. Words typed with feeling and even parts seeming fresh from the thought. I enjoy your style. There's something classic in the flow of your words. I've not very much to say on this work. I'm drawn to the imagery.