In a cave cold and damp
I found a little old lamp...

Let judgment run as waters, you may discover
that righteous is a mighty stream...

By ashes from fire
I am provoked...

The Mockingbird mocks and the Nightingale sings.
This seems to be the natural order of things...

Once Mutible Earth combined with Cardinal Fire
She was hot as hell, and he was filled with desire...

Not to own you,
stone you...

Open your heart to let It pass through
The warmth that lives inside of you...

Far from prosaic
life is mosaic...

Your grandmother was my father's sister
so of course I would not call you Mister...

An unwritten rule
may be such a cruel...

I love to write prose
in down times...

My love said I must go now, don't look for me in...
Look for me in your spirit, or in every rose that...