In The Age Of Bitter Rage

What cost can I anticipate to pay for the ransoms of this long day? My blood, sweat and tears say, until end of days I’ll live this way. Mortar and brick of tainted walls that stand in my way so very tall, stand they where people do fall. A heart do the walls have not…

Contemplation At Eden’s End

This tiny earth you should know where you are is bit by the snow. The land is so rife, stiffled not nice. There’s bitter ice cutting as if a knife. So sayeth God our hearts are odd. We take breaths often to breathe smog. Since original sin, what a way to begin, a starting clock…