I quench the fire's leaping tongue
with the last quarter of my bottle...

I am an auspicious rose;
yet even my bitter thorns...

It's funny how two-hour-delays pop up on the most...
.....Solitude permitted me to rest but not without...

My baby boy
look past the receding snow...

I hesitate...
throwing an acrobatic emerald...

When it comes down to God's mighty will,
hate is undoubtedly nonexistent...

Thunder tumbles in
like a gymnast ready to take on her last...

Sometimes gifts of speech destroy;
infuriated tornadoes that lick malice...

The day that we act equal towards our brothers and...
will indeed be a celebration for the realization...

If only those murderous clouds
could have a mild countenance...

Are you seriously going to make another cup of...
Put the mug down- before you mind is numbed in...

Your winged hellos glide
across smooth starless sky...