Eden, Church, Temple, Mosque, altars with different names, one God, one spirit hovering over, one universal chain to tie them al… one truth to spread into their hea…
Big, Big Lou, the wham bam man, From all around the damn lamb ran. Browntown Mountain and all around… Sound to ground, the big brown hou… Big, Big Lou with a barrel of rum…
Equality Changing times and changing attitu… Once a fair maiden at home in the… With sentries posted at every door Hidden beneath the wings of a man
Death Came Alive I awoke in a musty tomb With the smell of dead roses Trampled from the Devil’s feet Oh life, what are you now?
The home of beauty, hidden inside an old worn out hous… with chipped paint and broken windows, called to me with a voice
Adrenaline Beasts of mortal glamo… navigating the inferno rivers of S… who live in our dark side, rising up through our veins in the throes of another’s pain,
Hands on air below and hands on hi… seen by seers but not the eye, relevant to the air but not the fe… touching but not touching, lost between magnetic poles,
The spirit within, that sacred pla… Secrets of heaven, written upon th… Where beauty and knowledge avail t… To whom shall seek, ringing in the… “I am those words thrown away on p…
Oh my God! Oh no, oh no! What am I going to do? Lord, have mercy on me. I’m helpless. I’m scared. Oh no, oh no! I’m afraid that if I press the wrong button on my new remote, my TV...
When it all seems lacks good fortu… Contagion with sad eyes in consort… Gloom fills the room as misery set… And all’s in wonder where laughter… As bantering begins its climb out…
Today I made my way through overgrown bushes that sprung up on the once cleared path that took me from my cave to the village that I set out to visit this morning. It was a long journe...
Glassy seas are there for easy sai… with nautical canvas unfurled and… smooth sailing in his thoughts so… riding along the casual waves so s… while Mother Nature rests her hea…
Love in Transit New love, what am I to do? My mounted pride, how much to undo… Do you leave when I have nothing? My broken spirit among its offerin…
The entrance to Martin’s Winding, my winding that I call my winding, decorated with emeralds and diamon… the camouflage covering up winter’… makes way for the inundation of sp…
Layers and Layers They lay under the influence of ea… From the inner in its vulnerabilit… Fresh new layer, not yet as condit… Until in time they will swim again…