An attempt at blank verse gone horribly, horribly wrong. o_O.

To my son the Artist. Lucas Happy Birthday.

Psychological effects stroking…

The love of God expressed towards us through the elements.

The is about my mom who collasped at home one October morning.

A butterfly seeks the perfect flower, like a man who seeks the right woman.

Feels like satin against his flesh.

Her silence is a guillotine.

About a hawk announcing that the dead shall live.

Memories of certain childhood lost in time …