Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
You always make me feel so free – Free from the pain that exists in my mind. I come to talk to you, not as often as I’d like to… Yet still you are Always there when I need to get away, unwind and Make sense of my thoughts I speak my confessions for only you to hear I know you can’t answer me but I sense you are here With me And you know how I feel You always did… I visit your resting place when I feel a disconnect. The…
Read MoreWhen you are in Rome and need to get around town fast, you learn to do as the Romans do – you buy a bus pass. I was a nervous wreck when I first started riding the buses in Rome; I never rode buses or the mass transit at home. I went to the nearest tabbachi (tobacco shop) and purchased my 7-day bigliettio (ticket) to ride. Surprisingly enough, I picked up on the routes fairly quickly. My favorite activity was to take the bus to either the southern or northern…
Read MoreThis poem is from many years ago, back during a time when my writings had a darker voice and came from a more deviant side of myself… Chauffeur I will drive you head first screaming sobbing whimpering into the darkness which is My domain tapping into the forbidden regions of your mind… your lusts… into your uncontrollable desires twisting and turning you inside out… I am your designated driver into the unknown, come with Me… if you dare
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