Fulfilment
Many consider worldly life To be an episode of suffering, Like a pilgrimage thru endless valleys of feet bleeding thorns. We aspire to the skies, For the fulfilment of our dream's aspirations and desires, Yet like an eagle with cut…
The Gift of Her Love
I believe I am not unique in my crucifixion, There are many lives besieged by more fatal spears, Many hearts bearing more gigantic thorns, Many existences in deeper abysses and blacker midnights, And plagued by Gethsemanes more poisonous aspics. Yet…