Walking the Roman Roads
Darkened mist uniting the young and old...

The tormented volcano erupts.
Thunderous clouds rain steel on the innocent...

I traveled the hills and valleys of my Fears.
Seeking the Demon of my Tears...

First part of the poem is from Bashar Al Assad To...

The tormented volcano erupts.
Thunderous clouds rain steel on the innocent...

My voice buried in the coffin of Fear.
I Feel Burdened like a weighted steer...

Skies full of tears.
Mourning an America full of fears...

I am a son to one father,
But a child to many thoughts...

I lost my friend
I lost my lover...

I am not the one who's far away,
I am dancing in the devils Lair...

I am the carpenter of my own thoughts,
And a doctor to my own heart...

A Letter to Erica:
How can I embrace you...