Mystery Man

My face is my face, but I am still a ghost, yes, I am still a ghost.

Sentimental Scribblings

Immersed in the wax, Scribbling, writing emotions, Leaving marks behind...

Crimson Tides of Sun

I wake on lumber. Crimson embers light the sky, as she sleeps on steel.

Freedom is Blind

Gorgonize my ears With that sudden wrench of steel Blind me with freedom

Sinuous Peregrinations

On a sinuous Peregrination of steel Is our land's heartbeat