If silence was once golden  It's worth much more today There's very few amongst us That don't have lots to say   Airwaves filled with verbiage  the truth they don't convey that silence offers wisdom which their noise can't take away   Loud mouths keep on shouting their voices rise...

Midsummer season on my wintry lips,these modern symptoms from antiquated sorrows.The sunlight of acceptance,the midnight of isolation.Youthful blushes and the wrinkles of experience,I have the free will to question my fate.This wealth of imagination,and the poverty of my reality.The...