Spiritual

Drugs

Always Loved

Born Again

Gentle Knock

To Pine

Like birds over my head, filled with confusion Circling tipsy in a solemn infusion of sorrow and pain of work without gain And strain that's become a compulsion. I cry to the skies, restless and sour

mist at dawn

like the mist at dawn (haiku)

Bum sex

Yeah, oh yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yes. yes Oh yes, yes ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah mmmm, ah, ah, ah, mmmm yeah ... ... yeah ... yes, yes, yes, mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm yeah yeah yeah yes, yes, yes, yes

Crucified Pain

In a brief moment a cruel moment destroyed one so beautiful . I cannot imagice the amount of suffering he went through .