The muppet show

Behind the doors to the past lies a sleeping dragon; hungry, angry, lonely, tired Dormant fire, can awaken her ancient scales; moon or sun, her breath undone Rage against the reptilian, strengthen the cortex of a fateful liar When a shadow embraces a bulb of a fluorescence; there’s nothing to hide, nor reason to numb. 

Cocoon

History walks past  No longer times mask Forgotten Dreams lay with Peace Contented Solitude, wanes Beast Spring gently welcomes Fresh footstep upon her hip Hope anew, parting old wrongs  As one note has ceased another makes song. 

Cocoon 

History is past  No longer times mask Forgotten Dreams lay with Peace Contented Solitude, waning Beast Spring gently welcomes Fresh footstep upon her hip Hope anew, parting old wrongs  As one note has ceased another makes song. 

Incubus 

Getting ready to be picked up by a full heart, I stare at my face in the mirror. Stop picking at your face. I sigh heavily and apply my makeup, do my hair. Tears well as I fumble with cheap contacts.  I stare again at a face that I have awoken to and don’t know […]