Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.

There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…

“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from

I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.

I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…

I hold truth as the highest princi… I am a liar. I value honesty over all else. I am a thief. I expect integrity from you.

Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,

Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.

Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance

I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly

Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but

Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,