Silence, shears these flushed and… where life’s divide descends, thro… voiced concerns, hold no mere mort… words hang below, the gasp from mi… often, one’s jest reverts to hatre…

Soulfilled beatitude, creator sent… humankind’s direction; path once paved with light of awe; now to all apocryphal; highest consciousness of best mind…

I have inherent loves; I inherite… Loves and I love these loves… I also have problems that are in-o… of an extraordinary magnitude or s… Most humans feel something at some…

Hear the clan clang suppress your ringing ears a-ding, a-ding, ring a-ding long d… ever get behind? on your rent or on an auto payment

Should ever there begin an ending towards any life’s sortie that shortly shorty often a coven’… sorter, sorrel, slobber, sorbet, o… this world’s load; shudder in thou…

mysteries of; in a strange way to sleeping spirits continuing to vanish, upon a capitol’s shadowy lawn if you are able to believe your simpering children will be redeemed, each of their...

In law; not her, the subornation o… Is a “crime”… from the “swearing o… to tell the truth in a legal proce… be it spoken or written.” See where IAM going with this?

Pathways, made with swollen stones… upon lays light so lost; narrow, dark, and dreary, thorned roses, edge walk’s walls; bleak, are lonely roads so trode,

My unclear mind’s refuse, to read your deepest thoughts; this hallowed consciousness, now reamed of its trust; the lack of you, beside me walked,

Bright light, child of sunbirds flying as high as any soul can into the end, beyond the beginning focused brightness.

Life’s pendulums once strongly swu… released each soul to fate to its chagrin time’s Ides did sen… chills subdue as memory relates intense, the anguish of such retur…

What mountain’s top holds truth’s… its vista viewed as life’s specifi… promised above earth’s horizon, soon home to you, this present era… prized perch upon and soon so mann…

I see you, strong, commanding; staring endlessly, never for even a second; I feel you,

Timid so, time’s ides approach; thought, drains an ever empty mind… morning’s yawn, an hour’s drive; destination’s loss, is vision ques… rising in life’s misting mores;

Reflect, upon the mood of men, in whose hearts lie fallow; their lives, lived in shadow’s dim… souls in murky shallows; standing proud, upon the life,