navy blue

waiting for the stars to come out. rain boots. blankets wrapped around them. movies on the couch, but they hardly pay attention, the conversation is more interesting. the whistle of the wind. classical music for hours and hours. plaid shirts and jeans. wind blown hair. the smell of lavender. staring into the dark, wandering among their thoughts as they try to go to sleep. they are explorers, but of a new kind.

anxiety

disruptive thinking
it fuels the dysfunction,
invasive patterns.

venomous

“I don’t just want to fuck you”, he whispered. “I want to own you to your core. Then that will make fucking you, that much sweeter. I am going to show you just what pleasure is, watch you moan, and then break you. I will worship all of you, my hand around your throat, as I bathe you in beautiful screaming pain, then gently hold you and kiss your tears at the very end.”

approach

From the very beginning you are constantly being told to compare yourself with others. It’s a disease, like a cancer that goes on destroying your very soul because each individual is unique, and comparison is never possible. Fuck what society tells you. Fuck conformity. 

cold fiction

In order to be unattainable
you must first know
who the fuck you are.

taupe

soft shoes left at the door. the flicker of a lightbulb at midnight. coffee stains. pictures hung with pins on the wall, slowly becoming dusty, but they’ve always been there. a ticking watch. the musty smell of morning after a night of rain, and it may rain again, but the melancholy is too beautiful to wish away. they know how to let the rain come, and to love it when it does--to watch the light make patterns through the smudges on the windowpanes.

#504

Sins turn boys to men.
But men sin to remind themselves,
they were once young.

the senses

If you want to seduce my heart,
start with the eyes.
If you can’t get me to look at you,
move me with your words.
If I don’t listen, invite me to dance.

archives

there’s no one who will love you more furiously. a fire in a heart- bursting through the veins. darling, I gave you immortal life. sewed your soul to the page.

distinct contrast

He found me ravaged,
and gently tucked me
back into place.
That’s just how he is.
Unlike thieves who steal,
he saviors...

Spoonful of honey

My goal in life is to occupy an abandoned castle in the European countryside, keep a giant rose garden, only wear long flowing dresses, and become local folklore.

Unfamed

Sexy as hell,
enigmatic,
unpredictable,
which is to say,
the absolute best.
Untouchable.
Uncaring.
God Damn Yes.

reminder

life isn’t going to go the way
you want it to all the time.
you can prepare, hope, and pray.
but your best bet is to keep
your fingers crossed and be open
to all possibilities life throws your way. release your need for control. 

the storm

I will bruise your lips,

and scar your knees

and love you too hard.

I will destroy you

in the most beautiful
way possible. 

darkness inside

i find myself fascinated with people
that have a darkness inside of them,
a darkness that is both terrifying
and beautiful....

i want to touch their souls.
and have it slide though
my fingers like mud.
scoop it into my palms like rain.

i want to feel what they have felt.
i want to know why darkness clings to them
like a shadow they cannot shake
and i want to know why i am drawn
to these shadows more often than
the soft glowing souls that
flicker around me like fireflies.

i'd like to know what someone feels
when they dive into my soul....

Covered

Love blinds you. It’s crazy because you don’t even realize it. You fall in love with someone and everything they do is beautiful. They’re absolutely perfect in your eyes. They could hurt you so many times and you’ll still find yourself making excuses for them. Love makes fools out of all of us.

beneath

Faking smiles is easy,
like slipping on jewelry. 
I know what you want 
to hear from me...

I free pretty lies
from behind my teeth.
Painting has always
come naturally.

My aura is brushed
in shades of purity,
a societal masterpiece. 
But if you could see
what lies underneath,
I promise you’d never approach me... 

variety

We all are a beautiful mixture
of angels and demons,
it just depends on which one
you choose to feed. 

Output

“Aren’t you afraid of my darkness, darling?” he asked with mischief in his eyes. 

“No,” she replied, “You haven’t even seen mine yet.”

spilled thoughts

The things I find
most beautiful
about a person
are almost never physical.

sequel

Tell me again
how your mouth
will feel like the
sweetest poetry
gliding over my skin. 

smokescreen

i remember way too many
small details about people,
so i have to act dumb sometimes,
so i don’t freak them out

Compose

It's just human.
We all have the jungle inside of us.
We all have wants and needs and desires, strange as they may seem.
If you stop to think about it,
we're all pretty creative,
imagining all these fantasies.
It’s like a kind of poetry...

vitreous

When men look at her, they are not thinking of dinner and a movie. They are not thinking roses and a moonlit stroll on the beach. They are envisioning their hands tightening ropes around her wrists, biting her neck while taking in the fragrance of her hair just before ripping her clothes off and fucking her mercilessly. 

Visionary

He made love to her on paper.
They spilled ink like passion
across the sheets.
He caressed her curves
in every love letter.
He kissed up and down her thighs
in short sentences and prose.
He tasted all her innocence,
without a spoken word.
He bit her lip and pulled her hair
in between the lines.
He made her arch her back and scream,
and it only took a pen....

Abounding

I could never love
different people
in the same way....
My love has all
different versions,
all different meanings.
I’ve never experienced
the same love twice
and I never will. 

Cultivated

He wraps her hair in his fist,

he pulls her head back
as he runs his tongue
up her neck...

Beads of sweat cover
his wanting body.
His lips marking what is his
for the night.

“Baby, spread your legs and let me show you how badly I want you to 
come 
here,” he breathes into her ear. “Take my fingers into your mouth, and let me feel you from the inside while your body is pressed against mine.”

The things I want to do to you.

“Let’s see how long you can handle my hand around your neck. 
Lose your breath and I will breathe it back into you between your thighs. 
I have a way like God, and baby you are begging me to destroy you.”

“Don’t be gentle.” she whispers as he pins her down on the bed.


“Why would I, darling?” he says while biting her lip.

Goddammit.

“Watch how easily I flip you over and hold your head down. 
Can you feel how wet you are for me? 
Can you feel me deep inside of you? 
Your body is a soundtrack, and I am ready to make it scream and whimper my name. 
Poetry will spill from your mouth, as you write love letters with your nails down my back. 
You body holds the secrets inside , and it will tell all when my teeth are running along your skin. But baby, when I sink myself inside of you and my tongue is dancing along that sacred place, 
you will realize why you write poetry. 
The way I fuck you will have you spilling our secrets to people you have never met...”

undelivered

Upon a blank page,
she wrote the depths of her soul,
secrets of heart,
and most honest words.
Adding finishing touches,
dotting i’s and crossing t’s...
it was then placed into an envelope, stamped and addressed,
“To: the man I never got to love.”

This space

Lay here with me, I’ll pour you a glass of Bourbon. We can talk about the stars, the moon, the world and all of it’s mishap. Stretch across this king size mattress naked listening to the rain fall outside. You can watch me scribble in this pad, and I’ll look up every once in awhile with these lazy brown eyes, and smile at you. Because this is beautiful, this simplicity is pure...

rules.

be careful
with how much
you tolerate.
you are
teaching them
how to treat you...

unsteady

you were scared
to conquer my body,
hands weak and shaking
as you touched my skin
and God how it killed me...

dependence

Darling,
how do you ignore an addiction which knows your name and has tasted your soul in such a sinfully intimate way? 

Imagery

The words we read
and words we write
never say exactly
what we mean.
The people we love
are never just as
we desire them.

Proposal

I raise my glass
to friends and lovers,
here’s my toast
-fuck the others

Reference

Ah, lips that say one thing,
while the heart thinks another...

- note to self

Be loyal to your present moment,
it influences your future.
Every choice you make is vital...

small things

I hope I never get tired
of the night sky,
of thunderstorms,
the world coming alive at sunrise.

I hope I never get tired
of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee
of hope in strangers eyes,
the power of a simple laugh.

This world is ugly.

And I hope I never grow to be a human
who can no longer see the small beautiful things.

Dream #451

The wolf asked me to wait by the cliffs for him and I did...The leaves swirled around my feet as they danced with the fairies in the wind signifying his arrival...I could hear the foliage cracking as the wolf approached me from behind, but I kept looking at the crashing waves smashing against the rocks below me.... And then he whispered in my right ear with a soft deep growl 'I know you better then anyone else ever will and I can give you desires which you only thought were just a dream... All I ask for is that little place you keep safe in your heart to be mine and mine alone.... Do we have a deal?'....I answered his question without hesitation and then the sun majestically broke the beautiful horizon acknowledging our union as it ascended into the clouds. 

Image

What if the Devil doesn’t know he’s the Devil?

sulfuric acid

She was the most dangerous kind of liar.
The type that releases sweet words

to melt on your tongue. 

They fizzle into a sulfuric acid

the moment they are ingested.

Jurisdiction

The beast sits
on my shoulder,
yet I’m the one
who whispers orders
refusing to wipe the blood
from it’s teeth
no matter how much
it begs me to do so...

Interference

Let the words fall on you
like rain and wash
over your skin.

Allow every syllable,
noun, verb and adjective
to sink deep into your flesh,
leaving you wanting more.

Then read it again....carefully,
so that each sentence
can penetrate your mind,
and fuck you even better
than before.

Authorization

There is no need
for any competition
with anybody.
You yourself,
as you are,
are perfectly good.
Accept yourself.

supremacy

Her chaos is order.
I’m in love with her madness.
Make eye contact with me princess,
while we fuck like savages,
and forget about our humanity
for just a little while...

Trust

He could feel her pulse in his palm. His hand was around her throat, and she was trusting him with her life. He couldn’t imagine a greater intimacy...

Obligations

When she makes
your demons moan,
then she's the one,
and it doesn't matter
how innocent her eyes look...
She's the only one they need. 

Shadows

Even stars have their shadows. Some say if you hold your head up to the stars, you’ll feel the taste of their dark side. It starts of bitter, but slowly embraces your mouth and tongue in sweetness so pure, you’ll want more.

But the stars only show their dark sides to a chosen few. A swirl of rich, deep darkness that drips from midnight sky and melts into tongue and earth.

When you wake up in the morning feeling stardust in your mouth, you’ll know in your dreams how the shadows of starlight taste.

focal point

I love people who
have minds like libraries,
and books in their soul.
the kind of people who
have pages within them
that must be flipped slowly,
and read delicately,
to discover the magic
that exists in their bones.

idolize

He saw my dark side,
and said black
was his favorite color..

extemporize

Life is a play
without a script
or a a director.
In the end,
it doesn’t matter
if the act was
good or bad,
because everything was
based in constant plan B
and indistinct improvisation.

Hue

I like the idea that
we leave pieces
of ourselves
everywhere we go.
Like we are coloring
all our important places...

Murky

The Devil asked me
how I knew my way
around the halls of hell.
I told him I did not need
a map for the darkness
I know so well....

sustainable

“You’re beautiful.” he whispered.
“Stop."
“Stop what?” he asked. 
“Saying I’m beautiful.” 
“Why? it’s the truth..” 

“It’s not. You don’t see the real me. The me at the end of the day, tired and worn. You don’t see me trying to find the perfect outfit. You don’t see me in the mirror, so how dare you say I’m beautiful .”

He shook his head, almost laughing.

“You don’t get it do you? You have no fucking idea what you look like. Yeah you’re right, I don’t see you the way you see you, but you also don’t see the way I see you. You don’t see how you laugh, or the way you tell a story, you don’t see the way your eyes light up when you talk about all the things you love. You don’t see yourself wrapped in my arms, or the way you look when you wake up. But I do, and that’s why I have every right to call you beautiful.” 

confessions

As they laid under the white sheets of his bed, he said, “I am not jealous. I am very possessive of whatever I own and I will fight to keep it that way. So be very careful of who you allow to kiss your beautiful soul princess.”

entirety

“I’d give up everything for you. Everything.”  She flashed a smile, “I know. And you know I’d never let you....”

trademark

I’ll stain your soul
with all your favorite colors,
and you’ll never feel more alive.

Parallel

He moved in close, slowly kissing up the softest part of her neck, pausing at the curve of her lips, he whispered, “There are 'good girls' and then there is you. You are a mixture of elegant beauty, soft sensual thighs and lustful sin. God damn you set off all of my warning signs, and they're screaming that you will be the sweetest death of me, and I am ok with that.” 

no rules

She is the girl
I would break
all the rules for. 

She’s the exception. 

Fuck
everything
else. 

the summary

The conversation
between your fingers
and someone else’s skin,
is the most important
discussion you can ever have. 

Untamed

He calmly looks at her,
but his mind screams
‘fuck she is beautiful’
and his body groans
with a sinful savage
hunger that is dying to
be unleashed on her flesh.

Actuality

She was fierce,
She was strong,
She was not simple. 
She was crazy,
and sometimes...
she barely slept.
She always had something to say.
She had flaws and that was ok.
And when she was down,
she got right back up.
She was a beast in her own way,
but one idea described her best...
She was unstoppable and she took
anything she wanted with a smile.

identify

We learned
to play nice
and learned
to fuck hard.

deep thoughts #041

Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age?”
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck....
It will still drown your ass with vigor.

Cognition

Humble enough to know
I’m not better than anybody,
but wise enough to know
I’m different from the rest.

Contrastive

How could your lips be poison
and antidote at the same time?

appreciation

My sins know you very well darling,
and they think you're heavenly...

Calculations

Darling,
your worst mistake
was licking your lips.
-I wanted to bite them
the moment you did.

Your best mistake
was talking to me
about chemistry.
Intense sexual chemistry.
-I wanted to fuck you
right that minute...

Smart is the new sexy.

My worst mistake
wasn’t undressing you,
-though I did undress you.
It was taking off not just your clothes,
but the facade you always wore.

My worst mistake
wasn’t kissing marks
on parts of your body
that no one sees,
but loving your naked body,
and your naked soul.

We are a notorious pair of sinners.

before we burn in hell,
let’s turn this bed into ashes.

We won’t plead for heaven,
—paradise is already ours.

We won’t plead for mercy.
We won’t plead for absolution.
We won’t plead for innocence.
We know what we are doing...

highly expressive

What perfect destruction,” he thought.  “How blissfully, painfully poetic we are...”

proliferation

with every person
you meet in this lifetime,
there is a specific reason
why your paths crossed.

they will either love you,
hate you, lead you, grow you,
influence you, hurt you...
and so on.

it’s all for a purpose.

every.
single.
person.

His plan

I was always told
God has a plan for me. 

I have wondered when
this plan will start.

Did it start?
What are the rules?
Do I get a vacation?

Someone said I will
receive everlasting life
in heaven for my sacrifices. 

Maybe this is true,
but maybe it’s all bullshit. 

the game

Darling,
Dominance controls, restrains,
orders, and molds.
But it is in submission
where the real power is found,
the power to grant a weak man
the strength to dominate...

subsisting

Things are always changing drastically in our lives, that sometimes it feels so good to be lost. We are forced to walk so many fucking lines throughout this life- that make absolutely no sense- so it feels good to get banged up and bruised, and totally disoriented to the point of impulsive panic. We smile and ache for that awakening. Thats the only way we grow. 

Sometimes, setting yourself on fire is the only way to feel alive...

Powerless

He grabbed my throat as he pressed me against the wall saying, “I never imagined that a sin could taste so heavenly, until I licked yours off the softest part of your inner thighs..."

delectable

Your demons
taste sweeter
than mine,
and I will lick
every single one
of them off my lips.

hydrated

It’s summer, which means my skin is all honey before noon. Which means I’m celebrating the anniversaries of lovers I never kissed and bodies I never loved. Which means the air is humid as an open mouth with all this wanting.

silent musings

I’ll gently
fuck your mind
with a whisper
and uncover
all of your dirty
little secrets
with a kiss.

Together,
we will explore
all of your
dark fantasies
leaving nothing
to the imagination.
You have become
my living paradise..

generated power

“Come closer” he says, “I won’t bite you...yet.” As I try to look away, he gently slides his hand around my throat and pulls me in close to him. I can feel the warmth of his breath as he whispers into my ear. “One taste, and I promise to control myself, but you are unlike any addiction I have ever encountered,” His grasp tightens. “You run through my veins like liquid fire, and I want to overdose on the special talents that you have to offer. You wouldn’t dare deny me what I deserve, would you?”

Complexity

There are poems
inside of me
that paper
can’t handle...

Concept #933

Think about me later when you cum...

achromatic

Sometimes people come into
your life and all you can do
is appreciate them
while they’re there,
and try not to get attached to
the way they bring
light into your life,
and try not to miss
them when they are away. 

convention

There is nothing
so tempting
as the forbidden,
and nothing
more desirable
than the unattainable. 

contentment

Words are my salvation.
And yet, I find myself
gravitating towards silence.
I love people who speak to me
with the corners of their eyes,
the curve of their lips.
I love subtlety.
It is an art, an elegance,
a way of life.

inveiglement

Darling,
physical attraction
is quite beautiful...
But it is the art of seduction
that is my weakness. 
The power of authority,
of knowledge,
of body language. 
Tease me with your intellect,
torture me with your words,
and fuck me with your mind. 

semblance

“What do you like to do?” he asked, taking a sip of his bourbon. I watched the slow rise and fall of his throat and noted how gently his lips had caressed the glass. “I like to write,” I answered shyly. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly. “About what?” he said with a slight tilt of his head, completely oblivious. My eyes traveled to his glass of bourbon, up his calloused hands, up his strong arms, up to his fine structured shoulders, up the curvature of his neck, up to his supple mouth, and froze directly on the sight of his eyes, that I could have sworn were made of gold. I took a moment to think about the answer before I finally said it. “About lovers who aren’t lovers at all.”

-I like to write about you.

exigency

i want to live
in Rome
and wear
flowing white
dresses every day,
and eat pomegranates
and risotto
and wine
and go to cathedrals
to see the art
and explore
the catacombs
by candlelight

intensity

my hand brushes his
and i feel all of his energy,
and i crave to know
what it is that occupies
his mind when the light of day
has faded and he is left alone
with his thoughts...

Stigma

It’s disappointing 
that we live in a society
that will shame you
for how much sex you have
and for the junk food you eat?
Like wow..
how fucking dare you
eat delicious foods
and have orgasms!
You're a fucking monster.
Enjoy your miserable life
filled with pleasure.

Energy

Your skin brushed mine,
and galaxies collided.
Iron, aluminum, helium, hydrogen.
All glowing around us...
Shimmering on my fingertips.
Glittering on your lips.
I pulled your head down,
and sang the truth into your heart.
You poured me all over your bed,
and undid my entire soul.

Prurient

Feed me your lust
and I will feed you mine,
we can beautifully overdose
on one another...

your heart

I won’t ask the universe of you,
just a little corner in your heart
where I can lay my head
when this world tires me.

gravitation

I want to know you...
whether you’re afraid
of sharks
or spiders,
death or love.

I want to know
if it’s grammatical errors
that drive you crazy
or the people correcting them,
if you’re more comfortable
shaking sand out of your hair
or snow,
if you prefer coffee or tea,
bars or board game nights.

I want to know which of your friends
you’ve cried in front of,
if you’ve ever laughed chocolate milk 
out of your nose,
or kissed someone
you weren’t supposed to.

I want to know you.

The you
beneath the layer of
small talk,
always kept shined
and smudgeless...

I’m just hoping one day you’ll invite me in.

the challenge

I’d like to think that
I’m too old for enemies...
that the only hate
left in my heart
is a small smudge of gray.
But some days,
I can feel the pettiness
climbing back up my spine,
sinking its talons into
my shoulder blades
as it leans down
and whispers in my ear:
don’t you want to win?

boundless

I get homesick
for places
that aren’t
my home...

Night Thoughts #098

To have someone
understand your mind
is a different kind
of intimacy.

social norm

We live in a time,
when it’s more socially acceptable
for a child to be on amphetamines,
than it is for an adult to smoke pot.

the look

when he looks at you
from across a crowded room

filled spaces while conversing.


communicating between a sea of faces,

a glance turned into a gaze

fixed upon you,

noise and chatter fade away...

pulled in, you’re drawn to him.

unable to shield his eyes,

he claims you with
his body language. 

disclosing, exposing,
undressing your mind...

mind of an introvert

There are times
when I crave space
and I don’t contact anyone.
People who don’t know me
take it personally.
So do I narrate my feelings
to each and every one,
do I become what people expect of me,
or do I be me?

I think I’m going to be me.

give more

Yet we still call ourselves human
when there is barely any humanity left.
We are tragically destructive
when all we need,
all this world needs,
is more loving.

rapacity

It’s terribly sad how we go to war against each other
even though we are on the same planet,
live under the same stars,
wake up to the same sun
and the sleep to the same moon.

We are selfish and greedy human beings,
always wanting more,
and having that need
to constantly be superior than others.

We often forget that we are little and small
in comparison to the rest of this universe...

art of entrapment

I could seduce you with my body...

I'm sure I'd catch your eye.

Instead, I'll seduce you with my words,

with phrases so erotic,

that you’d rather fuck my mind.

before we kiss

I am the poison
that will burn your tongue,
but you’ll keep asking for more,
because I am forbidden.

I am all the warnings and signs
they tell you to stay away from,
but then again...
you have always liked danger,
you have always liked rules
-because you can break them.

So you keep coming back
‘just one more time’
‘one more taste’
‘one more sigh’
I promise darling,
you will fall for me.
so hard that it will break your knees..

You laugh it off,
but you’re running in circles
too hungry the words
that I feed you.

So now that I have told you,
how the future is written,
let me ask this again...

Do you still want to kiss me?

writers

You see, a writer
will only look at you in words.
fancy words,
full of fancy nouns and fancy verbs,
and gaze at you longingly in adjectives.


They will wrap your body
and keep it warm in never ending sentences,
and undress you with just the right punctuation.
and you will never be able to read them
like the way they can break open your spine
and read you like you’re their favorite book.


And when they are done,
they will leave you
in a state of ellipsis
(speechless, wanting more, begging for more,
waiting, staying for the rest,
hoping for a story that never ends.)

inscrutable

I am addicted to people
who are dangerous for my heart,
people who fuck with my head,
people who make me question
everything I think I know. 

Being with them is exhilarating
and things are never boring.
The wicked and strange
are enticing and alluring,
I am aware their darkness 
can swallow me whole.

borrowers

Possession they say, is nine tenths of the law...

But darling, possession isn’t part of human rights. 
People will never belong to people.

We are just merely borrowers...

 

comfort and torment

sometimes your scent
catches me
on a day it shouldn’t
in a place it shouldn't
at a time it shouldn’t

vibes

I fall in love with personality...
their words,
their behavior,
the lust in their eyes.

I would say
it is completely possible,
to fall in love with someone
without having physical contact
because it is a pure,
raw, love for them,
who they are
and what they’re about.

Perhaps,
it’s the best way
to fall in love.
You fall in love
with the sight
of their soul

disproportionate

Maybe I don’t like people
as much as the rest
of the world seems to,
but occasionally,
people will pleasantly surprise me
and I’ll fall in love with them,
so go figure.

the invitation

If you find

yourself here- invited,
then you exist somewhere
between the lines
of my spilled ink.
Which space is yours..
Well, that I can’t say.
For I lay the words,
but they are for you to convey...

the author

He wrote love poems
inside of me
with his fingers.
Our story began
with my scream,
and ended with
my soul on his lips.

Gravity

Put your lips close to mine.
As long as they don’t touch.

Out of focus, eye to eye.
Till the gravity’s too much.

I’ll do anything you say...
If you say it with your hands,

I’d be smart to walk away,
but baby, you’re like quicksand.

the process

As a writer,
I provide the words,
yet you choose
what they
will mean to you

the grade

when you physically touch
someone’s heart,
they come back to life.
i tried to become the world’s
most renowned cardiac surgeon,
but never had the grades for it.
instead, i have to make due
with my current job...

Nightfall

God gave humanity Earth
and filled it with marvels
and wonders of many kinds.
This was not done as a gift,
but a distraction.
To distract them from
exploring the stars,
and to protect them
from the horrors
that lurked out
in the dark.

scavengers

We have been taught shame.
We cannot afford sustainable bread,
while companies cut birthday cakes
from food stamps.
Let them eat their fingers,
or their pride,
—anything but to look up
and become savage like the
country they were born in.

satisfaction

I asked you if you were nervous.


You said “yes, just looking at you

makes me nervous as hell."

but you looked so calm,

I 
almost didn’t believe you. 

as your lips lightly touched

my ear you whispered,

“baby, i’m crazier than you think."

and i just closed my eyes

and smiled, because

that was perfectly fine. 

then you autographed

my lips with yours.

I love 
when you

struggle to say my name
,

gasping for air...

care free

there are days i’d pay

a year’s salary to rent

the innocence of a child.
that grin in a go-cart,
wide eyes on a balloon

floating to stars you can wish on

among the mystery of the moon.

dreamers

many writers live a thousand lives and miss their own in the process.
-i am an occasional visitor to the present and i hope to live there for a while someday.

foggy skies

Sailing on a sea of lies,
their opinions sink and rise,

He’s a Marionette by puppeteer
s,
guided by the winds of fear.