Those Eyes So BlueHe walks stone streets, becoming his disguise,skin of spiderwebs beneath his eyes;those eyes so blue, Sinatra's can't compare;those eyes so blue, they slice through thick gray air.He walks stone streets, becoming his disguise;shadows of cement trail close behind.His story isn't one they've never known,but so familiar, it would hurt to hear it told.He walks stone streets, blue eyes laden with sin,who share their secrets only with the wind.Those eyes so blue, would never dare to speak;those eyes so blue, saw murder on these streets.Skin of spiderwebs beneath his eyes,he walks stone streets, becoming his disguise.
StormWayward waters, one with sun,dance in daylight's cloudless calm;until letters encased in raindropspenetrate like windblown bombs.No thoughts of solace, dreams of hopeshall assuage this hurricane.Abrasive seas, uprooted treessee desperate words form in the rain.And when the raging waves subside,the only remnants of the stormare sea-foam sprinkled sentenceswho find each other washed ashore.
Have You Ever Wanted SomethingHave you ever wanted somethingso muchit consumed you,filled every fiber of your beingwith fluttering dreamsand fleeting glimpsesof a not-yet-materializedyou. That love-laced feeling;woven dreams of golden threadwithin a black and white frame.Have you ever wantedto take a hammer to that frameuntil black and white confinementbecomes fine gray dust,and that golden threadweaves itselfthrough your eyes and breath and skinuntil you shine withinthe darkest of rooms.Have you ever loved somethingso much,that no someoneor somehow or somedaycould fill you upin quite the same way.No him or her or itcoul
Yup, it is made of a regular droplet of water which I injected with red fountain pen ink!
I am getting quite addicted to macro.