Slivers of light cut thru dust clouds
of cement and pain while desperation...

It came to me
on one fine day...

Blending amongst the rocks and sand,
seen to be as one...

Each village now all looks the same,
difference how many dead...

Down on Grandmas Farm: Part 12
Most the time while playing...

Meanest word thats every heard
is one thats never written...

A collaboration of
Linda O Connell...

Fathers snaps at mothers words
frustration in her eyes...

Never heard a spoken word
that contained the truth...

Down on Grandmas Farm: Part 8
Mind where your steppin boy...

Slowly creeping by above,
high up in the sky...

Told from a vampires point of view as in HBO...
Bad Things...