Emanating from my Mind is a wonderful World. We are, all of us, dreamers. And what exists has not existed. My illusory hands hold...

Love rising like the fumes of the past out of sewer-systems and matrimony, out of the interwoven sunset and darkness that comprise the...

It must be done: soft Mercy 'on the treacherous of Road. You are the indelible impression, the imprint on my chest, why I cannot...

The days turn good, the days grow bad, from cold to grave, from loud to sad, though what befalls the joy of man is more alike to chance...