Blessed home of life longing for l… the link between heaven and heaven… the foundation laid out with suppl… a palpitating structure with tender floors and crystalline ceil…
Amidst the storm, the hell on nigh… The wicked blasphemy is on the fly… The black clouds carry on their bl… Behind the devil’s doors the showi… The hub of evil tempers is swirlin…
Like a recipe that requires certain ingredients, so does life in its understanding. In order to feel the wholeness, one must be able to feel the sum of its parts. Sorrow has as much s...
In the Dark The Specter of Death Awaits my final breath Wings with wicked pinions Like serpents shooting venoms
Artists of the private circle of other lonely artists in a far away sphere, far away from mainstream’s influen… elated by a certain sound,
Rules of time and the chronology o… When order was a wondrous piecing… As the minutes grew into marvelous… And rudiments advanced to triumpha… They took me and delivered me to m…
Love came to me, my beloved, and placed its torch deep inside my being that warmed and illuminated the empty crevices of my heart. Its searing breath whispered the mysteries of life t...
Revenge is a vindictive reaction to a sin committed. It rides with the adrenalin rush that envelops our being. With the same degree of wickedness that evil breathed into our spirit, w...
Whiskey Island, Adorned by pearly cliffs, Embosomed by savory waters, Set apart from things The way they are,
When rulers rule from beyond the s… Beyond the waves and forest tree, Over the shores of freedom’s land, Over the oppressed of those who ra… Dreams of independence come at nig…
Perfume When she passed by, the scent was… Moving in the air and running thro… A summer’s wind climbed through th… Drenched in heavenly brews and tas…
Catastrophic glamour before the eyes; the fire, warfare, tragedy, death, calling for the rivers to rise, the boiling of the blood,
Capricious winds at play in the re… winds from the wands of the skybor… from the rattling bones of the thu… from the lungs of the air child be… and blow to the ends of the earth,
Out in front with much to hide, Plastic smiles come out on cue. Behind the scenes is life as it is… In front is life as it appears to… Television is a rose colored world…
The world of superficial beauty, the world of the common man who passes judgment on the surface… the world that’s entrenched in his… leads him away from the essence of…