Acclimatize my house of reason, dear Jesus.
These seasons are treasons of an evil beacon...
A fictitious prose
narrative of book length...
Have you ever thought of this?
You could betray with a kiss...
Words can't simply heal, act as an
elixir able to guarantee a perfect love...
Crosby his name was to be, sent by God, a new...
He was sent from above, blessed with God's love...
He freed us from sin by dying in our place,
and for this I will share his love and grace...
The power of life is strong.
Long, but short...
My brother's wife, a poem
Her name is Arleen, to my brother Bob she was his...
When my heart is an empty vessel
after I take my very last breath...
Saturday 9/21/13
Screaming Butterfly...
I am searching for my true form
if my words must have true meaning...
We are losing our belief
if we have no lies to tell...