Biography of Morawn Higgs
Is also Ronn Salinas (Eon Ezkiel)
Morawn Higgs Poems
Bad Day Blues
Lullaby of distortion Woke me up, Perfect overture for the commotion Snags and tears piled up.
Horror is someone staying in your heart And one has to live for the other. Horror is someone for life's duration Detached for fear of heartbreak.
In my dreams I am small and fall Into your bed of hair- there I wake into a deeper slumber
I am at the tip of existence Feet on a small patch of ice, water on all sides Nearly threadbare and time Melting away my options, my soul yearning for wings or angels.
Under Your Spell
A little song To sing my A little song To sing my
I'm Sad (Listen)
Hi, presume I Am good, Perfect, Pearly (peerless) , but do
1,2 Loving you 3,4 On the floor
If studies don't lie, Why NOT purge away? Exercise!
The thing is, No matter how many Hours you sleep, If you haven't got motivation,
The angel speaks not The hourglass trips downward A man without feet nor wings
Vessels don't take blood money; The mind speaks the outrage of the flesh:
Fiction vs. Reality vs. Fiction
Learning is not always brainwash,
Act I, Scene 1
I have a confession, Father Our cores, Are rotten.
In the Dark
Horror is someone staying in your heart
And one has to live for the other.
Horror is someone for life's duration
Detached for fear of heartbreak.
Horror is someone desiring,
Forever found wanting.
Horror is someone you lie to
Knowing bitter smile
Horror is acceptance of these little