Month: June 2018


This world gets tired again, my soul it does seek asylum. My mind it starves for her eyes and seeks to define them. Quite the journey it has been watching her walk in and out of my prescience now again… Read More ›

About Face

The open air does stimulate me to move in such ways. Past the vile instances of human nature put on display. I shall stay and declare now what accomplishments showed. I am quite old now a days, treat me with… Read More ›

Through These Eyes

The sky rises up in multi-color fashion, every stone throw you’re a fierce assasin. Castles of sand crafted by feet and hands are homes to gods. Raised to marching bands. Glorious music plays in the background. Cartwheels are fun and… Read More ›