If a tree falls downDoes it make a soundIf there's
"Oh rose, thou art sickThe invisible worm that flies in
Need me a bar on an alleywayDeath on a pale
Shiny like marble kissed by seaSome Castaneda dreamsBy William Burroughs
Given to crescent moonChaldean echoes of spectral gloomLike a pen
One smile for love, one smile for hate
And one
On the first of May
Toads grow fat on stolen
Kings adored, abhorred
Apple, crown and sword
Lions green and red
By fire
HELL ABLOOM
She would lie upon the bed and stare
How high the Sun
For the Lovers, for the Moon
Deep flows the stream
Beneath the hills of Occident
Dark as blood
Oh do not wish for a thing
'Lest the gods punish
I took my fire upon a mountainTo mock all truth
In Arcadia egoTwisted the rose did growSucked up the sap
For want of an angelFor all the lead that you
