Archive for February, 2017

Sin oR spend the night alone

To thy own self be true-

(Oh) the night (woe) the dAy. 
It’s exactly who I’ve been lying too-

Bless it be the purgatory of fait. 
Waiting for something new-

Without paving any new way. 
The ignorant, fucked & crude-

Don’t mind the time or if it’s too late. 
The biggest truth-

Sweet As A Diabetics Dream


Sweet & seducing is the honey
That nature pleases to bring. 

The swift and the cunning

Avoid it’s sultry sticky stings. 

Those stoned in its nectar 

Are often caught trespassing. 

Bless iT be the buzz and

The buzzed from the busy bees.