I scream to my wings, bud. Out of passivity that kept you tied down in…
Browsing: Style and Rhythm
No man has a face anymore! With everyone’s bonce buried on the lighten screen clutched…
I stared at the distant future Hallowed by the morning sun Far beyond the horizon…
I speak to my mind, arise. Out of your low estate. Of the ashes, you’ve…
My mind eyes drew me a picture Of so perfect a creature Of such elegant…
Man has not figured out a lot of things. It’s there, in this life, doing…
Persistent sin. We suffer from that. The cold tears that run down every night Wondering…
Do not laugh at my hair, or my eyes, or my mouth, or my lips…
May you never know this darkness. When you cry and feel God has turned His…
Walking on this green grass lane, I have to say life wasn’t always like this,…