Where there is depth, there shall be naught, and where we wade in the shallows - there will be peace.
There Will Be Peace
Sea of Rolling Hills
But first, I had to face the Sea of Rolling Hills.
Back in the Storm
Silhouetted mountaintops//Caging the unheard screams//Clouds forming textured backdrops//Punctuating noir scenes
The Architecture of My Kingdom
Awaiting the curious to discover the architecture of my kingdom
Wake the Brigand
And when all is finally said and done Look back at the path you walked along Remember the places you dragged your feet From exhaustion or allowing yourself grace to be lazy On either side, you built the canyon walls Here and there, some sections were forced to fall From your echoed screaming tongue The... Continue Reading →
