A disorganized house is the sign of an organized mind

Filled with foreboding, I sit dreading, contemplating, While my body betrays me, Spilling the truth to the ground It's only a change...

The sweet notes roll across the breeze They twine around the subtle lyrics Words that open your eyes to the world As the music travels on...

Blue is the color of his eyes The color of the sky Clouding over with rain Green is the color of my heart Envious of others Sharing in ...

As roses grow in summer air Birds chase across a cloudless sky The smells, the sounds are sweet and fair Time moving at it's own slow...

By blessed light of virgin Moon Bring my love before me soon If he should be light of hair Bring him not in summer air If he has hair th...

Il mio uomo dagli occhi selvaggi Lui vede attraverso la mia anima Respira il mio respiro Lui mi riunisce a sé stesso Fino a quando non s...

When the infinitesimal motes of dust that make up my being Dissolve into the matter that makes up the universe Will saline flow from your ...

I'm not sure anymore what color your eyes are Or if they light your face they way they used to Or If the spark is still there But I d...

Deny me not your tender embrace It brightens the darkest of nights Warm me with the light of your face That shine that makes everything r...

It's not the rise to the heavens that kills you, It's the fall from grace... I find myself repeating my patterns A turn of the he...