My biblical name means Lamb.
My astrological symbol, a Lion.
Representing innocence and strength
Going forth together in perfect harmony

She is my lost city of Altantis

Immutable as the Empire of my realm
That which is unattainable, which was once glorified
She is the perfect goddess image, holding the deepest wisdom

Bound to her beauty and redeemed in her soul
I swim the highest mountains and climb the deepest seas
Without she, I cease to be

She is my lost city of Atlantis

I will not pay eternally for my mistakes.
I know I did you harm, I admit.
Things between us are still bad,
how could we forget?
If you avoiding me is helping you heal, then do what it takes.

How can I not hate myself for hurting you?
Makes me want to harm myself.
Should my days that are happy be far and few?
Seems I should stop 'trying' since you've placed me on a shelf.  

I'm frustrated with you, I thought I had made my amends!
What more do you want from me and to what ends?
Now I'M hurting, I must've had it coming!
The hurt I did to you, is to me at last returning!

Poetry is working out the meanings of one’s own thinking, in plain view, and its result (the poems) are emotions catalyzed into words

Poetry is my illness, in writing ‘to let out what would ravage, if stayed in would be savage’ like a cat riveting at the furniture until a break in the opening to run free and explore

Poetry is wet clay of thoughts and poems are the molded finish

The collective works of the author is nothing other than a stream-lined autobiography.

Poetry is Life, invented

Creativity and Art as a constant when the mind is not

Poems are metaphors, literal meanings and poetry is a calling.

Words & phrases that change the world … full of passion, an expression of a free thinker

.. where Gods are created and Spirits soar

Poems tell the stories of men and woman, so that we may know ourselves, tell the powers of oracles and describe our fate

She, over there, and I, here
Against her wishes she remains
Borne down of the same, reticent soul
I too, with her, am in that cage

Non-conventional, uncongenial
Paroxysms of a frenzied mind
More natural than supernatural
When stillness was lost, reason itself left