Planted without dirt, The life of memory In turn rebirth Was enriched by elements, Of braver energy Made earth.


Planted without dirt, The life of memory In turn rebirth Was enriched by elements, Of braver energy Made earth.

Ferocious how The suspicion fell, Spiders all spinning And eating Their fill, Not knowing Who was victim, Or kill.

Choice is both, Ours alone And, For other’s To Atone.

For in Liberty There will always be, Another hand To pick it up.

For decisions Of the intertwine, On certainty reverse. The majesty of mercury, Is opportune And curse.

There are days I am Like that Tree, The one that gestures At the edges Of my grey, And reminds […]

Then follow your ticket, Even if you have to Write yourself Into The Show.

Finally, there is understanding, Of where it is And who we are in this standing, And in another then And […]

When I am surrounded By so many Of their everyone’s, Am I really Any of My anyone?

As weakness feels sure, The strength drenched In trenches, Is of angles And of Greeting anger As a lure.