as today yields to the morrow
it's hope shall curb our sorrow...
To dream is to have inspiration
to feel is a reason...
No, I don't need these eyeballs
The Good Lord has given me...
in the finality of this hour
as all of this shall disappear...
There is no recipe to follow
There is no right way no wrong way...
By engaging my curiosity
I hope to make a point...
The hypnotic phenomena, lying dormant within the...
Is without doubt, food for thought...
A wisp of mist, like smoke rising from the virgin...
Dawn and me on the move...
The mysterious ‘presence’ syndrome
Demons on the move...
I have never found out anything new, by just...
There needs to be input, to spark synergy...
Here in this deep silent place
I meet myself again...
It’s hard to believe in summer
In the dead of winter...