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New year poem

Like Cassandra, once Cursed with a gift, I birth words that Scatter and fly like Dust in the wind. I share my bed with Corruption and lies, O ..

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..

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..