working on defining

"nothing ever came of her capacity to love."

I want to explore this concept in my art

3rd degree

Pride comes before the fall.

There will be a hard fall.

Hard fall.

And if lucky, that is all

but when you play with fire, the chance of getting burned, is

well, pretty darn high.

No Modern Fairytale

tired of playing Cinderella

showing up to the ball

where's Prince Charming?

He's up against the wall

crushing the Ugly Step sister

making sweet nothing to her;

go on and waltz alone.

part of your world is where I'd like to be

so I'll rescue you from the tumultuous sea

safe on dry land, my love.

my father, my family, my life I risk for you--

no! not the siren's song

she's not the one who gambled her life away

to ensure you live to see another day;

death for me because you are too blind to see.

I can not speak but my actions are clearly screaming

'I Love You.'

to spare my life I could cut short yours--

no, my love.

will not destroy what I gave my all for,

I turn to sea foam.

To M.M. or "My Ode to Long Distance and It's Effect On People, Specifically of the Male and Female Variety."

the the East

and I'm Central

separated by as many years as in miles

you North

I South

experience levels matching the vast physical distance

soft masculinity

feminine strength

your seniority could benefit from my youth

two artists worlds apart

yet for a few brief moments

on the same page

in the same story

in the same city

on the same night

in the same room

on a date

together

laughing and learning about each other

only to never be reapeated

speak to me

soft words would be appreciated now