The Sound Of Time

Father Time reaches with his tightfist grip. Grabbing masses whole singing along his trip. His voice revealed are simple sounds. Birds singing softly flying amongst clouds. The circle, the cycle around and around we go. Some are luckily released, from… Read More ›

Fly Free

What is perceived depends on the eyes. Motives from within differ from those outside. A soul can be known by their words you read. Beneath none is ever what you expect them to be. I stand in the town square… Read More ›