The False Sinners
It’s not absolution we want (the false sinners) it’s vindication from the most understood accusations profuse, in a misunderstood lifetime, under the curve of change. Under a moon so variable…
For a Door
Pulsing toward me I am on the brink and looking for a door, there are no other humans and I am now lost. There is no guide but what I…
Mason Cult New For 2019
Return of the giants all but forgotten they now reside in hollowed out mountains they dont know what politics or what government is, little do they care. All they see…
I am not my Father.
The dying may begin, red to green and then to the righ. It’s the track with least noise of all like a soft punch muffled in the snow, not all…
Grief Was a Quiet Place
I thought grief was a quiet place, now it shouts and sings as spirits soar in acension to be released for eternity, and joy the tears you see are falling…