(2013)
across this, the living walk on this day’s colourless rainbows all life thus returning, to this f… falling for eternity in the darkes… as wind’s waves scream, over one’s…
In My Heart I have to be good to be kind and opened helpful, truthful, respectful friendly, sincere, and polite...
without hatreds thoughts loves best will never flourish lost humanity
Each season lies; each has deceptive reasoning while in full of pride, each accepts our please of them what proves each as grand
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…
speak of how love’s trembling song… knows of the pain that each love b… lovers once combined, sing of it i… their sheet music, so wrote snaps… into a life time’s dirge, and deat…
Casual is the wordy theory a query into theory really? Casual Paradox; or is this Casual… Do most physicists practice on thi… paradox; or is this practice reall…
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,
In these long nights I welcome sleep, yet I am deprived of dreaming’s please, hin… by hot thoughts and lack of comfor… strong drink and companionship; th…
lust, an elusive find, often not of heart, but mind; upon sweets touched, soft moist lips kiss yearned; that thought to take first,
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
Between two lives is spread, puzzle’s pieces plenty; and deeply scrolled upon, each one’s lonely soul; that card dealt to one,
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,
me IAM today I arise to this new mind
One wind’s direction bares the sha… around which minds discretions’ la… whisperings heard, mime sharpened… that deeply knife these unskilled… somber, leans living’s wearied day…