I've only begun working on this site, so excuse its elementary charm (at leastI like to think of it in that sense).
On this page i'll be placing my own work. Im not sure what my work is but it sounds very important.
As for a bio, fine ill give you one; i am me.
This is my home and home is where the disease is (at least that's what Jello says).
Good Evening and welcome.
Way of the Bird
Welcome under the oak foliage!
Here to see a beast?
No not mother!
A less terrible one of soft fur, weevils, and burs!
Its eyes are cold and dead
Red glory leaves its host
in a delicately hard line
along its spine-
From these founts does the wasps feed-
Little bits of meat to feed the larvae;
Little bits of death to feed the son-
I stand among the gnarled roots,
Oh olden oak
My sense is sharp
or so my mother had oft told of me,
I see the jaws of ants part and close
I smell the sweet
I hear the meat;
From your masses she comes;
Look up old tree
what lies beneath your roots
matter not, at least not in the now;
The leaf falls
and she calls
My feathery companion
Knows how to yell,
but that my mother did not teach her
for in my wake; mother yelled but once-
I smile and the falcon takes flight;
Its perch betrayed by a fall of your leaves
Want to cry?
Oak your soul may be old
but your song is dull,
The beast; still warm and sampled
but only slightly,
Does not care when my friend begins on its spinal flesh
it does not yell the way mother did.
(fly fly fly away)
Old tree you've stood in my wake
Now fall upon the falcon's waste.
Dreams of Me
I saw the angel fall and die
Want to know why?
A rotten loaf of bread and a mangled dream
On this side, I learned to scream
I tried to hide it,
I tried to smile;
I planted a flower,
My lip I bit.
In the hollowed Earth
She gave birth
A child, a childe
With gun in hand
The mirror shattered into bits of wire
In the heart i knew him for a liar!
Love still held me true
It set my path paved in crimson and blue
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