I cast off my coat and my troubles at my door
My ambition seemed simpler in years before...

A slender swindler sat down and asked
“Sweet flower, do tell. Say, why are you here...

If we forgo pursuing truth
Then we allow ourselves to die...

At the end of his laughters
Returned home to empty chairs...

Anything is art if you ask it to be
Though eternal it is when handled by thee...

Trust, is sleeping in the back seat of the car...
Love, is your mother cutting an apple and giving...

Righteous men cannot rest
Cannot laugh in light no more...

I love a quiet boy
For him I pine, I long...

The body vanished
The soul continues to march...

Her beauty mellowed the muse of keys
Each eye riveted from the bounty of thieves...

Like hammer and tongs
The ring of iron songs...

You’ll know these words before you die
‘People live to sanctify...