I’m not needed in the next room It’s my Father’s dominion Took air sans breath And I lay alone elsewhere to rest.

I’m not what I think casually I’m not A casual anything From not being A casualty To being One Again, at the end The regime change Will occur As a constant crisis Until endings Are celebrated And regimes Are out of line Regime, extreme Until back to Being me And part of the team. What…

You I Must have been This very scary Thing. A very good Nail on the head Was struck The days You came up. The one in the coffin Was lifted. Memory exhumed Thankfully Not forgotten. The risk comes From not getting Out of my comfort zone In the light of day.

I must have lost what I could have won, Lost before I could have it. Even ‘not meant to be’ Has this as its meaning In my book. Memories now collide With hidden subtext Included. The understanding of you I did not have about life. I must have been Too young and low On self…

  The lone wolf Now does not remember. The eyes wandering Inward like water For a stalking word. Simplicity is no longer, Because of responsibility. Nothing may change Except the fear of the King, The fear is vanity In a groundless winter.

Grand, seeming Tops and tilts, flights and clips atop the trees and willow-wisps, As high and bright as smiles, innocence, innocence. But in a moment, what he always knew, from the Other Side Sadly, something ominous. “I am not anatomically correct with wildflowers And where they go.”   In this time of human extremes, Human…

The truth he knows he speaks And then humbly dips away From it. Then, left beyond a trace, the quaking humility In his voice. For those whom are reached He cannot handle the cacophony Bringing harmony where it aches The tones by which He has no choice But to speak within.   The Yearning in…

Yes, the pictures detail acknowledgment. Of the ones I’m in, I really do know all of it.   We all have different color eyes. I am ultimately the man present. At my breast is a wealth of information. My ears can hear the rest. I only benefit the awakening of this nation. But I cannot…

charcoal textured pure black suit classic, elegant, perfect just like that lines on the countenance to get lost in keys on the counter her stained rings of coffee a tie that screams louder than a suit when he’s around me I wonder if he’s ever trusted a square Because to me man, your looks Are…

Before we get together, I must say something here. This period is like facing a death. I think I can see it. As for us, death Would be a paranormal theft. My grieving makes the values of life distinctly clear. We who in this time fought the powers that never should have been. The Truth,…