I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man stands...

My laceration
and your thorns are what the red...

For the frugal hearts
love is the most bankrupting...

Two white doves are making love
like for ever...

I can not live without you
without you by my side, in my heart...

What we are born in them as identities
are never as shameful as...

I have fought a good fight and crashed.
I have fought for IT...

The torn hearts of
those who fight for right is why...

Time is the throb of
our questions in the silence...

You must want something
really hard to become...

Behind the curtains
of death, distance, and desire...

Everything goes with
the flows, but the echo of...