A self portrait…
A self portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping… Continue reading
A self portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping… Continue reading
Originally posted on Ebony and Crows:
My love appeared to me in the hour before sunset, in the dusky hour heavy with the weight of unspilled secrets. Tell me, my love, where do…
Wildflowers I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regret dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness, I know you cannot… Continue reading
(We will miss freedom when she is gone. Don’t give away your rights away to think freely, to wander freely and be free to decide your life. Nothing is free. When the government… Continue reading