Laz K. Writing

Sorrow is a steady drizzleFalling from the sky. It soaks the world, Trickles down the hills, Gathers in streams, Fills the salty seas. ..

Take a sip when you Wake; add a little to Your mocha-latte. At midday, pour some On your salad, and Savor the sweet taste. W..

Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also

A Christmas story

I It was a frigid Friday afternoon. Although a faraway church bell only just rang five times, the sun was already in a hurry to retire beyond the..

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Compartment 114

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Look down at the misty chaos below; do you see the dancing sparks? My eyes deceive me, or I do see a path light up in the dark. A long and ard..

Teach me the alphabet of silence. Though it’s always near, It’s the hardest language to hear. All our words are But implem..

My body is a temple, An empty, silent Monument where The ghost of sanctity Glides over the dead Wood of empty pews. Like a timid dan..

Wrapped in the pale gown of The morning fog, or wearing the Dark, heavy coat of evening, I’ve been pacing between The house and th..

Star gazers swear it’s the Movement of the heavens, Conjunctions, aspects, Planets and houses deciding Whether a man falls or rises..