While I sleep, on a cozy dream,
the Earth is a garbage can...
Let me close my eyes into oblivion
like a forgotten language in the tip of my tongue...
That moment when I heard the door closing behind
with all my memories inside...
I cried
for unborn children...
A man with an alsatian .... on Macclesfield...
After some consternation .... and much...
I imagine a legal agent of Rome
enforcing the law of Caesar and Moses...
A Good Book is like a living document,
that often dies when its words no longer breathe...
Vice Versus Virtues
Despair's the opposite of Hope...
Oh you bringer of glad tides
His most ultimate of prides...
When I face the sun
to the horizon...
Splicing genes and splitting hairs
over who are Fathers' heirs...
Lord
You are not the sun across the mountains...