“Where else would time take us?”Said the man, disavowed.The little child at his feet, wished it could see,For with blinded … More
A woman’s heart is to me, the cherished stone. I walk from where I sat, to her face, and bury … More
Curiosity creates envy. Envy creates lust. Lust creates pride, even should an accomplishment not be made.
Beautiful death,With a time, to an hourglass,There is sand, that trickles, past my form,Sculpted, as the David, and crucified,For the … More