Literature is like a cool shower
It can make a man it's lover...
Waves of Words
Life is fickle, life's erratic, with no plan or...
Village temple
People sitting...
Disguised, I hide deep inside my tough crunchy...
Peel my outer sun-burned layers off and reveal my...
As morning comes
sun will shine...
It is natural for a person to be dissatisfied with...
Some ease into this intrusion early, some cast it...
Why
when we grow fangs...
Safe and Secure?
Who me...
And so we gather
some tearful, strained convulsions, leaking sorrow...
You know,
in your eyes...
~ ~ Words played from the grave ~ ~
So many years have passed and still I cry...
This thought came to me, just the other day
I wish I could put it in words easier to say...