Sundays Soaked in Vanilla

Pull me over and tell me how it feels, Facing your weekly horrors sprayed over a 5 day reel, As you stroke into midnight and push release, Fun Fridays sometimes are quite the sleaze. Unplug your earphones, plug in your charger, Make it a medium fries but the coke should be larger, "What's in the...

Dreams of the Second Kind.

My first try at lyrical poetry. (Please be gentle) This weight that I can't supply, Doesn't slip by the naked eye, Says be my friend and time will fly, Don't accept no truth, don't make no lie. Wither with me to deeper end, Across space, time and continents, Time alignment on a perfect tangent, Slithering...