Publisher's Synopsis
A collection of poetic works captured from the immortal consciousness of poet/author Bard Constantine. Surreal and poignant dreams of beauty, pain, love and madness. A trek through time, space, and the mystery of the human experience...
"She is tired. Tired of the whispers, the stares, the contempt from strangers, the falsified dentures in an upside down frown. If only she were a dragonfly, she thinks; she'd fly somewhere that these hypocrites, these Janus-faced pity sprinklers didn't know who she was. She looks at a reflection of flaws; a carnival mirror of distorted proportions and doesn't recognize the person who stares back at her with rain in her eyes..." -Vantage Point
..".And so I write, I capture dreams in butterfly nets, sip of their essence before they dissolve, before I awake from the esoteric, the clandestine world of poetic sorcery. And so I write, until crimson stains the pages, until the cogs rust and crumble, chalky dust powders across the keyboard, teardrops fade into the gnarled valleys, twilight swallows every star in the sky. And so I write..." -Runes
..".No tears, for they are the luxury of those who are blessed with arms to run to. I became steel to feel no pain, and tundra on the inside, for it is better to feel nothing than to hang on meat hooks screaming while the masses pass by with blindfolds on and smiling masks upon their faces..." -Victim
