Anything is art if you ask it to be
Though eternal it is when handled by thee...

Not my favorite drink
But I do like the color...

Sounds of coarse disdain
This man stands on baseless words...

I cast off my coat and my troubles at my door
My ambition seemed simpler in years before...

More valuable life
With more ways to measure...

Heaven said to me it missed
Then asked from me a tender kiss...

Her beauty mellowed the muse of keys
Each eye riveted from the bounty of thieves...

I love a quiet boy
For him I pine, I long...

O Lady Lorde
We give to thee...

I will try to love as you
Walk in every shoe...

This smile no longer reaches my eyes
For it has become the perfect guise...

I will welcome Hell with open arms
As any mother would...