My dreams get better at the end
but first let's imagine a glass house...

Colors consume my
gardens and fields of being...

Alphabet Form, whatever it is, a club challenge...
Thanks Bob...

Something about the air tonight
ties the beats of my heart...

Chant for the roads
that got me here...

A love, lost once again
my heart will be locked away...

In my book there are old yellow
pages, with fading ink on...

Light up the darkness of which within I lay
Forgiven not,yet destined to lose my way...

There are things
that nothing can replace...

Worried & lonesome,
dispirited I sit...

It's not always hard to tell,
when a man is telling lies...

My heart, an Autumn
endlessly falling...