Lambs gambol in fear,
fierce beasts pursue relentless...

My favorite cheese
Soon enough cottage...

Your toothbrush charger
Your luggage stand...

Still I seek resurrection
from mold of Christmas...

Never let a day
go by without at least once...

Stumps from drought
scar the park...

Fortune is god's way of teasing us
giving the illusion of happiness...

The longer I crawl this earth
the more my pleasures shrink...

For youths who survive and win:
may you raise your children...

She stands in their hotel room
gripped by deadly weather cast...

I do not want to be cuddled
or sheltered by your charms...

Don't think I'm one to recriminate,
each of us must follow our course...