I never caused troubleIn my friends lifeI always respect their wishesThey want me to treat them rightNot cursing at themNone of my friends like to beMistreatedThey want to be treated withRespectLike they do with meAIso we all pray for...

Tense weaves under the light ceilingWind comes to sweep the vague emptinessShort and thin trailSilently weaving our threadNo one notices the shineAlmost invisible in the handSpinning the trail of fateDust turns into a songWe are of pure silkBorn from...

it started as a whisper  soft warnings... just at the edges of awareness  the way a storm builds  only a murmur in the distance drifting on a slight breeze but it grew... from a tiny sound barely audible... to a full blown roar leaving nothing behind only total destruction... no going...

Let it burn Let the entire world obliterate With every course, crass and fallacy You have thrown at me I will rejoice in the destruction That is, you. On the wings of innocent white doves You are the soot that stains the feather No matter what is...

Why Time is Such an Able Thief It feels like autumn already .. I’ve got that lead in my limbs again feeling like a desert is almost upon me .. Dear lord, how can we both possibly survive like this on the same page with such...