There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.

Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.

Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…

He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs

My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest

My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me

How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,

What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than

I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…

I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.

trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…