Transfixed before a glass walled pillar
filled with sculls of murdered persons...

Each turn in my life
I see an innocence in...

To soar through your life a-wing
On gold and lace; and to see...

On the cusp of a dream
I found you...

Politics create
unopened hearts and closed minds...

The party system:
A counterfeit coin that has...

People lightly walk on bright tears
Rippling the focus, yet not for long...

Shapeless frames writhe in wrath through darkened...
Overgrown, neglected, haunt of banshee...

I hold her close
as the retching renews...

I would walk the forum of Rome
see the space where justice...

Rev Harold Camping's
failed rapture should feature on...

Guards
crossing...