One tier alone in the night, an empty heart and empty cry, A soloed walk in the romantic air, a music without the sweetness, without tiers piling up in layers,

Deep down inside is the voice of that internal coach called ambition that keeps yelling at me to surge ahead whether I want to or not. If I ignore him, he reaches inside my soul and pu...

The humiliation of the forest nymp… stripped of their clothing from th… teeth of the callous wind that swept through the proud hills… drove them to summon

Love chains of a claimer’s needs are a sign that love still has a h… even though it doesn’t. Claimers try to force love to run the desired path even though it ca…

Go Away Reality Not that I am a procrastinator It’s just that the others are too… I like to sit back and dream They are too scary in their realis…

Flying up high higher than the sil… the sky up over the hills and bust… I come to see the mountain carpets… the plush green mountains waiting… I look down while fantasies roam t…

“Rise up ye revenants of the dark, From inside the cold tombs buried… That petrified, frigid soil that’s… As it was before winter blew its s… Upon the vibrant, fragile foliage…

Woman of thy glass heart full of t… With unassuming power in the waiti… With lava flowing through thy pape… With legs for walking but not walk… Destined for erotic thoughts,

Beneath the floors of the earth, down below Davy Jones’s locker where inferno fires rage, stoked by the hands of the beast in the house of the tempest,

Winning Full steam ahead A steady locomotion No looking back A glorious contagion

That silent voice for whom the bel… Those commanding words as the heav… Its roaring sound hushed by the qu… Authors of ancient scrolls of a mi… That silent voice in those who don…

Big hands are pulling me out of a… I’m scared and start to cry, then… There is a big happy lady with tea… She holds me to her breast and sin… I learn to drink her milk, then sh…