(2013)
If defined as finished, or an ending to one’s episode’ ode to ends or green’ to spinach yours is no worse than that of a Spaniard’ trip to [Mexico]
What mountain’s top holds truth’s… its vista viewed as life’s specifi… promised above earth’s horizon, soon home to you, this present era… prized perch upon and soon so mann…
A close friend is silver, a true friend holds heart’s gold; only such friends stay with you, everyone else turns cold; memories carry us forward,
It was me and every motion is my soul’s perfection is as always that beauty accordingly, I quarrel
Time’s mysteries await no one’s expectations, and or life; Moments left... in what once was paradise
And here is the thought to do all one can do in mind and thinking alone… required long walks and secret tal…
Righteousness expressed in struggl… comes shining in a single lifetime… From life’s shadows dim a gift wil… explicit in one solemn watcher’s g… Prosperity’s plex is so placed in…
frowns and fakes, smiling snakes; heartless reprisals, mindless denials; thoughtless anguish,
Bright light, child of sunbirds flying as high as any soul can into the end, beyond the beginning focused brightness.
Interesting it is, what gets print… in the fine print on the other side of a Business card especially on those cards that you considered flippant and flippe…
Thinking’s challenge is to weigh, all of one’s life substance; quandary thus, illogical fuss, which blinds the mind’s acutance; adscititiously into thoughts bleed…
pain’s tears drench my soul my blood flowing blue, takes contr… seducing both agony and ecstasy pain exquisitely melds into pleasu… as one’s closed eyes secretly smil…
In My Heart I have to be good to be kind and opened helpful, truthful, respectful friendly, sincere, and polite...
Sunsets glow here in Al-Iraq, it casts an orange beige; fiery though its blister stare, the horizon is still a dusty greig… visual spectres shun its light,
Timid so, time’s ides approach; thought, drains an ever empty mind… morning’s yawn, an hour’s drive; destination’s loss, is vision ques… rising in life’s misting mores;