My heart is wearisome; it cries Itself in sleep at night. It yells and beats Under my small breast. It claws at me defiant... Read more

The self-anointed king of God is dead. No mothers sleep to weep for him again. No fathers yell his heated-call today. The m... Read more

We loudly sing; we softly dance at ghostly night. We tell of the old men of honor. Where come these ugly men on buffalo? We... Read more

Salty sweat dries on her soft white face, And stings her weary working eyes. Working and sweating are no (more) mere play. ... Read more

Gravity works For the Demon. He causes you to fall. Controls one not, But all living. Chains in head are Devoid of space... Read more