| Gummed, gunned, ready for action. Prepare fire! |


And I WeepNo more life now I gather its remains under veils And I weep until eyes are dry Until I no longer know if I'm alive.And I Weep
Woe betide. Woe. Nothing left for me but to mourn you The scent you left on the wind The way you looked at me; what you saw.
I won't complain. Though I should. I should carry my cries Carry them over oceans and hills Over vast, empty spaces for all to hear
But I won't taint Your memories with my selfish desires When I never had that last goodbye When I never got to hold you one last time.
| A vast collection of my poetry, short stories, photography, drawings, and other ramblings. The most common subject of my art is Alter Ego, the book I am currently in the process of writing. |


And I WeepNo more life now I gather its remains under veils And I weep until eyes are dry Until I no longer know if I'm alive.And I Weep
Woe betide. Woe. Nothing left for me but to mourn you The scent you left on the wind The way you looked at me; what you saw.
I won't complain. Though I should. I should carry my cries Carry them over oceans and hills Over vast, empty spaces for all to hear
But I won't taint Your memories with my selfish desires When I never had that last goodbye When I never got to hold you one last time.


Everything's goneNeither calm nor thunder No darkness, no sky No wheel that keeps turning I ask myself, 'Why?'Everything's gone
I tried to keep my grasp Firm, strong and true I struggled, I crumbled I did it all for you
Foolishness tricked me I let things sink in I forgot all reason Now the limbo begins.
I wasn't strong enough I couldn't hold on I tried to save myself Now everything's gone.


Untitled 8It's holding me back This struggle to survive Fading into black I ask myself... am I alive?Untitled 8
I feel nothing, think nothing Know nothing at all. Is this world still turning All I see is night, now.
A night of no colour. Not even darkness wishes to dance. No stars, no moon. No light. Everything has bled away.
I throw myself to my knees And scream to my private sky 'What have I done?' Will I be like this for always?


Copper wiltWhisk me away from the city of lights From the cold glassy eyes And gray bricks and chilled steel Take me to a place that is realCopper wilt
Mask my withered foetus In dead leaves, earth and water Abandon me in a tree hollow Watch me walk, but never follow.
Let me cremate myself And scatter my ashes into the wind Where I am forgotten forever Here I will not trouble you. Never...


Our Daily Bezzy.Curtains are drawn as organ music sweeps through a shed adorned with iconic artwork. A small raisin somehow manages to climb its way up to a microphone and straightens his tie. "Good evening, children of God!" he squeaks, bowing to pews full of broccoli and cabbages. "Today we are here to praise our beloved lord, Cheeseus Rice. Now, in the name of the Butter, the Scone and the Holy toast..." The broccoli and cabbages stood up to the sound of hymn music being played on a comb and piece of paper. "Our Sezzy, Who art in Hezzy, Hallowed be thy Bezzy. Thy kingdom Cezzy, Thy will be Dezzy, On Eezzy asOur Daily Bezzy.


Milk and umberA gray crayon crumbles Halfway up the sky A pale round saucer hanging Glowing as it ebbs byMilk and umber


Rip and rumbleI wish that I could take a comb And strain you from my hair. Faces haunt my eyes In sleep and waking dreamsRip and rumble
I want this hate to leave my womb Eating whatever is there While I banish my cries I am tearing at the seams.


The Violet MarriageThe world had just forgot us When merry gold leaves rang Gazing 'cross deep blue water, As the milky moonlight sangThe Violet Marriage
The night was wrapped in wonder Spinning hearts with silken threads My mind cast to the sunset Which the lonely twilight wed
| My poetry and prose. Mostly poetry. |
| Drawings of my characters done by other artists. Includes gifts and art trades. |
| I guess I'm not exactly what you want. Honestly, you're not exactly what I want, either. ;Kathy. Lives on the Emerald Isle. Blinks gray, green and blue. Whipped by dark brown and black. Deceived by all. She sings in shadows, Her head in the clouds Inhales dirty mist And loves out loud. In my spare time I write, read, draw and play. What do you do to occupy yourself? The child is surreal Yet so alone I caught her heel And she was gone Do not test me. I have had enough of your nonsense. |
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No need to fear, I'm just a dragon.
Today we're here to talk about the baby Jesus.
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OMG KAWAII!!
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No need to fear, I'm just a dragon.
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Don't question it...
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