If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.

A scene of violence in the cosmic drama

No escape from the pull, like a rose and thorn

So much beauty in chaos that shape the persona

My hopes and dreams, thoughts and wishes

Not tame or domestic, they rage within

To feed five thousand with loaves and fishes

To write an Opus, to master the Pen

Comfort evaporates before it falls as r...