I just want to thank you for Your infinite
Mercy that you give to us every day and night...

Where I live there are local tales
of a ghost buried by the rails...

Mended hearts are sewn
while seeds are sown...

Writing while wind break
Exercise in flatulence...

My mind wanders from mediocrities
to the range of reasoning of Socrates...

I have always hoped that I had what it takes
To make it to paradise past sneaky snakes...

If you were time you would be the present
That would raise my spirit like a perfect gift...

Every breath brings
A being closer to His death...

Dreams are natural
waking is necessary...

"The serpent
coils then strikes...

My heart beats slower
with each passing breath...

I think therefore I am.
I thought as my head swam...