He enters nervous and shaken
fighting back a strong addiction...
Among a garden of beautiful blue,
Secretly hides a red rose's bloom...
Separation of our society
solely based on varied creeds...
What is that thing after physical death?
Where are you going after your last breath...
The toll past Heavens gate,
Be a good girl...
I envision myself in your eyes -
the translucent membrane...
We all make choices,
In our life...
I hate this war
the one in Iraq...
Right now everything seems dark and cold to you
With no possible path to help you get through...
An act that gives our children no way out,
because in boxes they come back stiff and stout...
*Libby is one year old, and she doesnt eat. She is...
A little girl sent down from above...
Thank you for life
And all of its joys...