Here in this deep silent place
I meet myself again...

It’s hard to believe in summer
In the dead of winter...

The perverse complexity surrounding Christianity
Turns out to have simple root implications...

The arrogance of me seeing a world at peace
The great melting pot of the ‘Dived States of...

punching holes in the air,
may sound off the wall...

Flash back! Breaking the time thing
They are all there, mom, dad, gran and gramps too...

Scrap away the veneer
Cast the social mask aside...

“ME”//\\ “I”
Call me names if you will...

Africa my home, my love of life
If I could only fly like a cloud...

The ink is fading on my page
Fragile the threads I choose to weave...

When I fill my world with purposes
Living becomes pertinent...

I come from my dream time
I am a little confused...