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Then there was life. But first there was blood. The scarlet stream running through veined seams, the pulse of passion blessing a tho..

Love knows the heart and has rested in all of it's rooms; love is a composer who follows the rhythm of the veins even after the pulse has st..

My heart weakens like the knees of a sailor battling a stormy sea. These feelings inside of me are shivering cold things under the weight of br..

remembering our true selves as we were made to be

Orig. 11/9/14 Flowing towards perfection, yet so far. I try to bend with the wind but it takes me with force and breaks me. Father God, you ..

Pleas listen to this ballad for peace in Syria, a song I wrote in hopes to spread the message of no war in Syria

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what music means to me....

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