The Wayfarers (Scripture)

We are but passengers on the cruise ship of time. The wind never stops, and the promise of new storms never fade. As we drift the uncharted, the watchers stop watching, one by one. Eating, drinking, marrying and being given into marriage, groping for all the futile merriments that pervert due diligence.

The Beast That’s Inside (Poem)

When I look in your eyes
I see the beast that’s inside
Full of hate
Full of Seems innate
So outside

My Sweetest Dream (Poem)

My heart pounds like a thousand drums
As I feel the warmth of your lips
Icarumba! I’m overcome
By the taste of your sweet kiss