“moreover, no public woman resides
but all such abide outside in the
What a vast number of these there
It is a certain fact that there ar
Of them living by prostitution. A

It was me
and every motion
is my soul’s perfection
is as always that beauty
accordingly, I quarrel

Awash in moments filled with dread
hope slowly gathers;
midst strangling moan voices shout
nothing truly matters;
mangled by fears,

The movement, of all that there is
the Earth’s atmosphere is nearly t
nearly all there is; almost everyw
What is up, with it? This, in the
This movement bourne, of design an

somewhere,
beyond my soul’s profundity
the middle of all
the madness comes apart
feelings made worthless,

This “Sun” illuminates worlds; an
as this Earth benefits from this d
the “Natural” state of all things
fore, she is our womb; one we can
proverbial gas sealed and heavily

Zaccur bred of Reuben’s bed; gave
Sham-mua; ever wonder what being n
either best, or whist; but truly a
Nori never worried about his equip
Simeon; for he unloaded his first

sight unravels this
an afterthought of nature
in an opened book

In a lifetime
of thoughts now lost
and on that day
where the sands of your time
cease to trickle down

Knowing Who is Master
the strap, switch, or cane
or maybe Dad’ loud stern voice
produces results
Knowing Master

Silence holds
me as it’s prisoner
my self’ inner child cries
out for a complete release from
solitude; does not quiet, a soul s

Without worrying
wanting more and more
pleased, that time allowed me
this outer layer skinned and shorn
finally is this pallidness, precis

What blessed seed kissed by love;
would rue the gift of life;
thoughts deep seat, in mind so mee
fear the coming strife;
reach out such tiny hands;

Go on, go on and fall to your knee
do not pretend, that you are afrai
Pleasuring me…
Yes, do go and get your mandrake a
that black kettles fire…

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

Awakened from one’s nightmare’s gr
solemn solitary soul twisted inwar
conscious visions grim, existence
self realization, cruel facts; fac
The seat, sixth taken humbly as on

Discussion’s free, all welcome in,
brother’s speak, of tales from roa
ethical in jest, one’s truth’s tes
others lean in, to share these war
conversation’s gist; what is real,

one will plays the role
carried like a dead man
tomorrow, will have accomplished
madness and wisdom,
and a trip to hell

Rare compassions,
for that which saves life;
benefits for you,
from the provider’s prime;
that one created,

Chivvying panderers,
advocates of an American fourth R
haranguing political minority,
this Klan, keeps full its only Qu
molesting Earth’s citizens worldwi

Interesting it is, what gets print
in the fine print on the other
side of a Business card
especially on those cards that
you considered flippant and flippe

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,

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

One life’s proof, that it exists,
basks purely in the thoughts;
that breath, and love, and happine
evolve from the realizations,
that an individual truly, and comp

What is sweeter than chocolate,
and hungers as much for your touch
as you hunger for its taste;
what has such sweetness,
that it makes all of you glow;

Human needs, beyond humankind’s gr
an interest sought upon thought’s
consciousness, mind’s ethereal hei
mulishly craves, life’s fragile qu
intentionally mind’s quoins’ impos

Why practice; anything at all?
is it due to the teachings that we
however, clearly these fell into d
What is good about cold beer?
the chill, the refreshe, just beca

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;

Imagine, a darkness
nothing; nothingness, naught…
Can you not imagine nothing?
Something must be in here with me?
Everything must be in here around

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

Let
the door
to my heart
be unlocked as
feelings that I once

Known secrets grid young body bare
self’s state pixilated;
taught wisely ways of wile,
subtle schooling’s antedated;
tricked through yearning’s eyes,

We students, are the future
and as nurturing features
all must respect, and obey
Nature, as our muse and teacher
however, we must willingly

Time’s mysteries await
no one’s expectations,
and or life;
Moments left...
in what once was paradise

webs above, on which the spider ro
woven threads which my mind’s eye
spaced as perfected natural geomet
to clasp tight to one’s unsuspecti
Yes, it is a great big web;

calculating natural rights, guardi
against degeneracy, experiencing
the best forms entrusted in time
now so perverted, into tyranny
most effectually so preventing