Sometimes I wish I could play more notes of blissful rapture… Especially joyful music that favors dance of whimsy… But…my heartstrings seem auto-tuned to the minor chords of major drama… To the melancholic melodies of human angst, Where the voice of maudlin ballads, warns of love pleading for its life… Alas, Read more…
It’s too late… To let me in… I love you b4 we begin… I’m already there… You’re too late… To hide you, My heart’s inside you, I’m already there… It’s too late… For your permission, Loving you is my decision… I’m already there… It’s too late… You can’t reject me… Loving you protects Read more…
Through the blinding illusion of flawed, Squint perfectly imperfectbeings of God… Perfect existing because we just are… Imperfect our congenital beauty scar… Blemished presumes humans maligned… Chronically overcoming…forever behind… Doomed to deficit, fated to fault, Inherently frail against earth’s assault… Yet, in weakness dwells strength for our load… Each misstep Read more…