A Cosmic Composition
A color that I have almost forgotten sits so dearly upon your lips, and here unto you I offer, a poor man’s last cigar,A cigarette,...
Kundalini Wisdom – Sol
Within a foreign whisper, I spoke unto you fond memories of what was to be our destinyAnd beneath the night sky, I had woven a...
The Profanity of a Serpent’s Kiss
Parables are set among the graphite echoing justly with thee ages, yet becoming brittle with time, This waltz that we endure contaminates our souls and...