The Seed An ode to the beginning That has no end A life that can expire But leave its legacy
You are so beautiful, dressed up in your seductive finery. Your glowing body is like Helios, the Greek God of the sun, as you draw everyone to you. You are like the first glance of th...
If we non-witches here on earth ne… a driver’s license, why shouldn’t… circulating witches have one too?… nasty witches want to be rebel wit… and ride in a counter clockwise di…
Springtime with its renewed optimism cast away the dark days of winter. They had worn the spirit down, and man needed that boost to raise himself from his baseness. Almost everyone be...
Outside boy living in his chosen r… swirling with the madness in his h… listening to the commanding voices… and the music of the demon playing The Aberation of the Gods of Baa…
Blossoms stirring in the vernal ai… And coming to life with pretentiou… From branches stripped by winter’s… And the cold sinking to the floor… Springtime comes as the warm days…
You in your voluntary innocence, with eyes of fear, sorrow, fright, of pain invoked from your wounds, not knowing the whys of torture, living in the shadows of Auschwitz…
Zzyrg Don’t ever look at me I have to stay near the end I keep the alphabet in front So I can hide
Herman Glutman of large proportio… laying in a pile of pies’n fortune… reaching for his dinner at half pa… with his belly hang’n out and feet… A man with his hand in the handy h…
The upper left hand corner of the story of life, untouched by soiled hands, of the book written by the almight… and blessed in the
“I am the harbinger sent from the… Attired in icy clothes on this day… I hide in a polar mountain’s creva… Then in November I spread my fros… Over country sides and eagle’s nes…
Confrontations Me with my illusionary shifting sa… My truth tailored to my own size My hopes relinquished, my fantasie… Like the old dying and the new com…
Affinity Heaven’s magic, wizard’s brewing Power supreme, spirits moving Focal point is a second ahead When love becomes a story unsaid
The Outcast Her tears tasted of sweet and bitt… Her smiles climbed only half way t… As the whole called for its fulfil… But joy is a distant paradise in w…
Oasis Of desperation and a hard rock Pressing against you and another Of dry deserts and jagged cliffs Of earth opening up to soft hideaw…