Brain Machines They run themselves out of touch In communication with nature as su… With overbearing voices they all s… You have nothing I know what you’…
Beauty Runs Together Beauty, on its exalting mission Like a pack of wolves but yet so g… Taking the common to its new embel… Moving it up to the paradise of dr…
April, our lady who opens the door To plush green gardens on nature’s… Predictable as the morn until the… Casting shadows, what a glorious s… Along the forests and budding tree…
Killer Boy Long live Islam! As if he cared. As if he knew what it was. For the glory of Allah! Who’s tha… The boy’s just in for the kill.
Thievery His eyes are windows to the soul Hell’s fire through a blackened ho… His hardened life knows no tranqui… To find his prey he drifts into th…
The patient side of love: When infatuation is irrelevant, When waiting is a requirement, When prudence determines the outco… When abstinence subdues the urge,
The jagged edges of the war-bound… with their battle axes and razor s… rub against the tender walls of th… for years upon years of agony and… scratching, clawing, kicking, pier…
The Hunger Never touched before, She wanders through the night A child at play in a woman’s body A target for the hungry
Mr. Leprechaun, what’s on your za… Did you hide your gold for me to f… Did you put it at the rainbow’s en… Do you think I would look to find… Do you think I’d fall for your cr…
Breakers Conformity and tradition of the sa… Browns and yellows, both matched t… Blues and grays living in another… Colors accustomed to their separat…
Full of secret thoughts and revela… Hidden from view in secluded close… Sordid dreams and perverted dramas… A representation of the darkness w… The side that no one wants to visi…
Divinity’s Song Divinity’s song, echoes of the spi… Taken residence, my soul to keep A quiet lullaby, a heart to reveal The mystery of sound, a sweet phen…
A wise man and a foolish man were each granted only one wish at the wishing well. The foolish man asked for a pile of gold. After he squandered it, his heart was broken and filled wit...
The Disillusioned Deep down where the sun shines in Through sacred halls and glossy wa… To a flattened bottom mirrored upw… The good that comes in goes back o…
Aggression is a paradox of good and evil with each seeking dominance in the soul of man. The good builds up society and the evil tears it down. It is the eternal energetic force in the ...