It feels like I am in the
middle of a tunnel...

We each have a story to tell,
whether mighty or somewhat frail...

Handle me with care and
Embrace me with love...

I fear the worse, of what’s to come
where ice no more, reflects the sun...

A crotchety cantina hosts a
Malevolent, fetish night...

A crotchety cantina hosts a
Malevolent, fetish night...

As spring arrives, from natures womb
her season brings, a baby-boom...

Her voice now whispers
a softer tone breezes through...

A winter queen now owns the stage
the lock and chain, falls from her cage...

My ink runs slow, my mind subdued
So many words, are misconstrued...

I’m really out of breathe
thinking about everything...

Hearts which are
Open with truth will...