Heaven and hell are no different. Bliss and misery walk hand in hand and talk foot in mouth without perspiring. No guns aimed across camps; the still light of peace imbibing.

Ambiguous dexterity is self deception. Being Ambi-dextrous is mind manipulation and is the paramount of abstract thinking.

The paradox of choice in the world and the options therein.

Ever find yourself stuck in a rut? Well, trust me, nothing is going to change until YOU change it.

A blade horror.

About telling the time.

As we grow older, we remember the years that passed and treasure memories that we cannot forget; perhaps because of pleasant events that had taken place at some point during our childhood and the fact that our burdens were not as heavy, our wants not as acute, and time seemed to stand still as we wallowed in the sunshine of our childhood.

A poem describing the transition between the dreams of youth to the reality of life.

The death of a friend.
A ghost story.

This is just a short remake of the famous rhyme “Hickory Dickory Dock” that some may have heard.