The world is anorphan's broken toy.Heart like a ferrel hog,untamed by cages andstarvation.The depth of misery andelation sink dripping teethinto ripe peaches.Come on in.Ignore the floating, bloatedbodies.There's a pool of Shalomsomewhere.We all want to be healed.

They say time is grace.Others say she is a disgrace.Her hair grows long with time. And when a new opportunity comes,she trims it.And life moves on.They say she is cold and cruel. For she doesn't give us endless minutes.Never endless moments.Untill...

A weather vane, swiveled on its spindle, catching a cold breath of tomorrow.It was a wind that carried no sound, only the promise of change. Below, in thehushed valley, the world lay in wait. Only the winds knew how...

1He who walks with his mind in his head.Though he don't know it.He's already dead.2Everybody's talks these days.But nobody listens.Not even to themselves.3Somedays I wish the earth were flat,so I could walk right over the edge.Instead it's a sphere,a...