He chose silence where words were necessary.
He chose absence where silence was necessary.

The seeds that fall to the Earth,
The words that fall on the mind,
will bear fruit either today or tomorrow.

Images of Poverty depicted a simple and humble life.
Life in the images of wealth is ****** and arrogant.

Dreams are horses that return to the barn without their owners.

My heart orbiting
Around these years old coffee rings
That blemish these fading,
Family pictures.
                          A path of precession,
Towards the vernal equinox of my thoughts.
When the sun’s light Scatters evenly across
Lines in the sand We never dared cross
                                       Or,          
The last solemn ride For better words left unsaid
Death truly does Do us part
                            Death of a feeling
                            Fleeting
                                        Stars
                                                Upon
           ­                                             My
                                                            Ceil­ing

When war is used to exact revenge,
all the participants, including the adversary, become innocent victims.