A SOUL
once in
d
a
r
k
ness

bitter and B R O K EN

reborn by the Light

of a tender Spirit!

:: 1-13-2016 ::

WE are
the living dolls
of GOD.

:: 01112016 ::

Shatter speaks in pieces
on the ground
My knees bleeding
that heart
once so strongly beating
…stops.

:: ~ ::

i am /was\ the small mouth
Scarborough fair — remember
me then forget time
tell me how the fairies
left the greenery and how
without sleep you built
a mountain with love (simply,
love is a rushing river)
and how true love are two-
lips locking within circles
(amazing heart) and how i
hear you whisper my thoughts
Are you going to Scarborough
fair? How lovely the women
are; some wear black and
some red — once she was
the true of my mine.

:: 01012015 ::