Curses! My wretched thoughts forced my stay
Upon the desk pen and papers in disarray...

Salt and Pepper hair
Skin tanned by the sun...

There is something
about Winter...

Medley Of a Heartache
Ascend the summit...

The power of seeing
is believing...

A perfectionist persona
had buried itself...

Wrapped thick,
in putrid stench...

Roots intertwine with earth
in my ancestral forest...

Upon endless pages the ink has dried
Tear stained paper from where I've cried...

Pretend you don't know
Absent minded bombshell tell me your despair...

Hast thy love for me you weep
Lost in slumber sleeping deep...

Asphalt steams from summer heat
Rain cools down the city street...