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Hollow Words

And my heart screams out to youCome back, come back!My love, I’ve left you in the darkest momentwhen I needed you most. Why does it feel like the demonsinside bursting out soviolently out of hate… 

The River

Ask me whether what I have doneis my lifeYears pass and spring looks all the sameto me Why does the blue birdonly sing in the rain?I heard a poem oncethe rhyme was her beautythe spirit… 

The Immorality of Self-Sacrifice

“I hold that man should have self-esteem”, says Ayn Rand with unbridled conviction. And she is right, isn’t she? How can we truly be happy and content if we continue to believe that our only… 

Coming Home

I come home,the sun is lowand you stand thereas beautiful as everin the doorwayto our home Fields of goldglistening in the setting sun.My steps are light,my heart is whole. Son, why are you running?I throw… 

Oh, Humanity!

April is the cruelest month,hail storms, like pounding fleshbreathing empty husks of artthrough our marvelous cities. What has God bestowed upon the worthy?Is not all that is worth something now lost!Guide your face to the… 

Desire

We are what we think about.Every desire we hold in our minds for a long enough time and with intensity of faith must manifest itself in the outside world. How could it be any other…