(2013)
“Rainy day, dream away Ah let the sun take a holiday Flowers bathe an’ ah see the child… Lay back and groove on a rainy day… Jimi Hendrix 1968
Upon one’s mind, these thoughts pe… though time runs on, reality’s mis… thoughts rude and breme, at this i… development of such, life’s resist… grim times, equate to cruelty’s tw…
The sands of time, are endlessly deep and eternally w… a void lost of mind, to all thought, of life ending lig… shifting forever over all,
More than fair is just; more than just is righteous; more than righteous is spiritual; more than spiritual is home! Michael Darrell Walker
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?
So secret is the seed of bond, held in two lonely hearts; aligned in life, and in thoughts, pierced by passion’s dart; split upon myths,
Ah… the memories, those which dwel… such complexity, each invokes smil… in this moment lays, my efforts li… the truth be now known, life’s ref… On time’s constant stream, one’s m…
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…
un-American oligarchy; a peculiar felicity recognized as disgusting and an articulation constantly charged with interesting gaps, between unequal situations, advocated as that neo-em...
It was me and every motion is my soul’s perfection is as always that beauty accordingly, I quarrel
To what depth, can one reach in search for their soul; through what trials, will they struggle
Decrement, or reduction of things, like values say, the lack of taste for wanton and destructive wars or conflict’s victory at any cost, when subject to morale’s revenues
A question begs; as do we all, of… mull the quack, and deplume any bi… soon will clear your thoughts to v… more closely into your personal vo… a peeping peer into your inner fea…
Awash in moments filled with dread… hope slowly gathers; midst strangling moan voices shout… nothing truly matters; mangled by fears,
Anyone can write… and drown in their self-delusions; from persons into personifications lists of passions, glorify self’s… down those lists,