Blessed are the Wicked
I often wonder why your treasured guard betrayed
None a sterner lesson these few days have conveyed
The beauty of what isn’t can only be what is
and yet that which is has never quite so been
Rumblings in the Rain
Tip tip tatter… jump jump splatter! shoes wet, toes dry, looked up, damn! A terrible idea that’s water in my eye – oh dear! I looked down, no solace Water! Water! Water! and now mud on my shoelace! When will this end!? But it has just began, And now I’m stuck, nowhere to run, out of luck… I…
In modesty true…
In modesty true beauty is revealed. it’s a distraction thing, ask any dude… oh! And by the way this goes beyond choice of dress.
Every white cloud has a dark shadow
Every white cloud has a dark shadow They may all seem good but many times at the expense of someone or something else…
The river within
There is a river far not from here that twists yet turns, its waters unclear. Holding dark, holding bright; both heavy and light. Trudging on and on bringing new life. At this the place we keep every embrace, A smile, a frown, a night out on the town. But in the end when all…
Biting Bark 