The trauma of an age; its impression and living legacy.

Love can nurture our growth, giving us the strength and nourishment that we need; or love can stifle and suppress, even in it’s good intentions.

A beautiful caterpillar that all envy for its perfection, undergoes a transformation and becomes a hideous, brown butterfly. Friends are not always made for the correct reason.

Prosperity is achieved through hard work, unity of purpose, and independence. While performance of charitable deeds is justifiably necessary, freedom of choice cannot be substituted nor suppressed in any shape or form.

Chapter 17.

Iconoclastic, anti-religious poetry.

Here’s another one from my archive. In it, I speak of a time which I will always long for.

An ever long waging war of manic oppression and suppression within society and oneself.