Just an old oak tree trying to tell his tale.Continue Reading
Fifth in the stars series.Continue Reading
My dream about dust was peculiar because it was clear that the dust I was dreaming about was aging dust. It was the kind of dust though that nothing seemed to affect. The dust was protected against the wind, the rain and the elements of the world.Continue Reading
You still have the love and respect of the people who know you.Continue Reading
One day the dust will settle.Continue Reading
A song about destruction and rebellion. One of the few compositions that are dark and morbid. When writing this poem or song I was thinking about WWI and II and the destruction of the atom bomb. Now looking back and revising it, I realized that it fits perfectly with what’s going on today.Continue Reading
Under your bed…where lies all of your forgotten toys and lonely dreams.Continue Reading
A man or woman should decide the course they walk, and choose wisely, because at the end of our lives, we will be found either wanting or having done well!Continue Reading
Sometimes the only sounds you hear in loneliness are the sounds of empty clips hitting the ground while you shoot your way through the nothingness..Continue Reading
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