...upon the sigh of her drunken breath...

     "Time be given,
     Life be shared,
     Wealth be stolen,
     Love be spared...

     Lost upon a dour evening or
     sold around the square,
     a kiss, a room,
     and the Devil may care.

     Ghost words to a stolen love story.
     So shall we leave..."

...all she did was wait...


                                               ...Toffears

...The Kapellmeister
will make us dance.

The Opera, voted.
Our voices heard.
The promises...
We laugh.

Home, we dance.
And dance again, we shall.

The streets,
voices, unheard.
The promises...
We fight.

Protecting the Power.

​The Working Man Vs the Working Man.

                                                  ...Toffears

...it was all there in the folder,
on the desk in written letters.
The judgement 
and the sentence.
Undeserved,
unrepentant.

And so it was.
And so it was.

                                ...Toffears

...I am adicted
to punishing this body
for the sake of others
and by the way
it is perceived.

                      ...Toffears

...by the shape and the form,
content regardless,
the desire to deceive
fading by the word and the deed.

                                        ...Toffears

...nous nous quittâmes sans regrets et sans larmes.
Un simple passage entre deux êtres, deux âmes.
Un sourire et un geste de la main,
ce fût la fin de la nuit... le soleil du matin.

                                                                     ...Toffears

...beautiful landscape,
scene from the skies,
above the clouds and rising.

                                ...Toffears

...a voice,
a thought
and a sigh.
Memories and Smile remain.

We shake hands
and go on out our separate ways.

Then I wake and remember...

(dedicated to Gregory Campinaire - 06.10.1978 - 11.09.2018)

                                          ...Toffears

...finding the books in the trash,
the burning ash,
anonymous confessions
of a nation's loss.

It was only a shadow,
so I pulled the trigger.

                                     ...Toffears

...damage echoes beyond the borders of your foul walls.
The economies of war are our only difference.

                                                                              ...Toffears

...faded blossom,
cleansed by the river
where the currents pass unbroken.

                                           ...Toffears

...the greatest curse of Time is Regret

                                               ...Toffears

...hear me, Lord.
Hear me, if you dare.

This is neither a confession,
nor is it a prayer.

On what grounds do they pass judgement
and why are these "sins" public affairs?

Hear me, Lord.
Hear me, if you dare.
If you are...


"Sin" is a manufactured guilt process.

                                                      ...Toffears

...she bares your name
as I see her laugh 
in the innocence of youth

                           ...Toffears