A wisp of mist, like smoke rising from the virgin...
Dawn and me on the move...
The mysterious ‘presence’ syndrome
Demons on the move...
I have never found out anything new, by just...
There needs to be input, to spark synergy...
Here in this deep silent place
I meet myself again...
It’s hard to believe in summer
In the dead of winter...
The perverse complexity surrounding Christianity
Turns out to have simple root implications...
The arrogance of me seeing a world at peace
The great melting pot of the ‘Dived States of...
punching holes in the air,
may sound off the wall...
Flash back! Breaking the time thing
They are all there, mom, dad, gran and gramps too...
Scrap away the veneer
Cast the social mask aside...
“ME”//\\ “I”
Call me names if you will...
Africa my home, my love of life
If I could only fly like a cloud...