I am trying truly dieing
To my past there's no denying...

If we could express what we feel with 'language...
Would we express our mind, or soul with our whole...

I'm next to someone on the phone
Feeling so utterly all alone...

The Chosen Few
To the chaste chosen few...

We are delivered from demons when we desire to
Move toward the truth of which we aspire to...

Blood on the thorns blood on the rose
Blood on the cross everyone knows...

Some times the meaning of words is a riddle
The bow launches the arrow and kisses the fiddle...

Of all the blunders that could transpire
None more deadly than friendly fire...

Justice, the scale weighing dark and light
Speak not of it lest its keeper be in sight...

Oh God has sworn grace to the flower
Grace falls upon her like a shower...

It pleases me when the noble, think of me
And state for me a truth that I may not see...

Stop to give this some thought!
What is created? What is not...