Even I who have seen God,
knows not what he looks like...

Oh Lord,
You did create me in your own resemblance...

Death is a certainty of once alive,
hate is the absence of goodwill...

I always wanted to be a millionaire...
now all I wish for...

The feeling of your absence floats like dust...
yet I'm left to believe...

I have this haunting yet soothing voice in my head
Like stream or thread of emotions woven together...

Oh, my heart,
truth does hurt...

I beam,
at the perspicacity of ones heart...

Life thread,
a flow of voices...

We who in the dust of creation have turned...
sloping away like glacier...

I am,
but a mere mortal...

she came to me in my dreams,
floating like clouds on a sunny day...