(2013)
The Love is calling I hear it now no more time to ponder and no longer will I wonder I know the reasons why.
A call of love is heard winds of wish find you tonight open please your life for heart and soul love reignite wet your lips, kiss the dream
Poetic writes speak volumes too, this profound nature of humanity; expression’s glyph or determinatio… each soothing rhyme or base profan… provoke of consciousness that drif…
read a few more books, and you too, can find higher words of wisdom and humanity... although it appears this consciousness dwells only in a book... sorry state of affairs for the mocker...
Life’s woven webs, composed by nat… surround the calms, and feeds one’… elicits from, and in an ideals swa… what was true joy, behooves love s… Form, melts among a lifetime’s sea…
amerika, amerika, how you falter, how you run; remember running on the graves, of all your daughters and sons; turn away, you seek no cause,
I admit… the confinement of my soul, trapped within this nuclear winter… inside, it is vacuum bitter cold, outside, well it is out;
Anyone can write… and drown in their self-delusions; from persons into personifications lists of passions, glorify self’s… down those lists,
one will plays the role carried like a dead man tomorrow, will have accomplished madness and wisdom, and a trip to hell
Awakened to new rising dawn one spirit seeks that song confusions clear of mourning’s tea… life kiss an echoing moan holding morns breaking light
Between two lives is spread, puzzle’s pieces plenty; and deeply scrolled upon, each one’s lonely soul; that card dealt to one,
Sol, that Pathway into our System travelling millions and millions a… so many millions of miles too warm our faces in these Spring’ of… elated freedom’ in the warmth’ fro…
Mind’s deep permits, darkness’ cav… one light defined in candled flame… profound indeed these depths despa… release these binds, of mind, of h… substance beret, of loss, of life,…
What thoughts have I, in mind against its grain; aware, but in shallowness dressed, humanity’s drain, drowns my spirit… beside myself, of doubt filled dre…
There is… this concern of stars hovering, “ober” our heads… Heady stuff, what awaits above! methodologies, of those southern