It cost me a lot of skin to learn the language of poetry.

But then again, yesterday, I was painting my walls with an apology that was in the end self serving and far too long.

I never could leave a page blank without a sense of wonder at something so useless. 

Who first pounded out their heart on the white void?

Must have been a black smith who lost his way.

It gets cold as hell out here where there are no lines to guide.

I'd send you packing if I had a reason to let you go.

These hollow eyes ain't no place for the innocent.

I don't think that kind of soul needs to justify any thing they do.

Sigh....

I do.

Circles of wisdom take too long to explain.

And I have grown a brutal brand of wisdom sitting here alone.

So follow along on a jurney of a mortal man and his spiral path of holding on in a firey rain.

Just for a word or two I'll walk with you.

Draw your own conclusions then leave me be.

Sinister as it sounds I got nothing better to do.

How about you?

Gonna lay out poem after poem if you want to know.

Don't look too deep.

 just skim the words and let your kindness  be the secrets you keep.

Do you love the melancholy man as he lays his heart bare?

Been whoring art for love so long.... there ain't no other way to be.