Today, I awoke yearning to pray.
The air I breathe feels uneasy...
Sea Of Iniquity
By Mark Spencer...
A rolling flower
It was smitten by the wind and on the ground...
I have come to believe psychological projection
is a coping mechanism for any protection...
Carefully he takes aim,
Understanding each shot must be perfect...
As life turns the pages each day, your memories
slowly start to fade away...
In many a dark hour we have thought of this
that the redeemer Christ was betrayed with a kiss...
Loud booms of thunder
brings with it dark rain...
What is faith?
What is religion...
To call a culture a cult
to many is an insult...
What is it to be alive?
Is living the abscence of death...
A landscape full of stone
grey and filled with dust...