A mystery.

A poem of treason and deception.

The gloomy state of mind.

There is always a better tomorrow.

The dictionary defines stygian (at least in one form) as gloomy and dark; infernal; hellish. In retrospect, I can say that I have lived a stygian life for many years. I’ve done everything within my power to change that, but it seems that some of those around me refuse to go along with the program.

Scorn not the color of skin,
dark be the souls that do –
blemished, inconsequential;
for there’s quality in hue…

How do people live in Seattle?

I can never be the king in here.

Haven’t really felt like myself the last several days. I feel rather isolated from everyone, and a little sad….. I don’t know why.

There are no more love between us.. you’re fooling me.