I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The

Love...no Such Thing. Whatever It Is That Binds Families And Married Couples Together, That's Not Love. That's Stupidity Or Selfishness Or Fear. Love Doesn't Exist. Self Interest Exists, Attachment Based On Personal Gain Exists, Complacency Exists. But Not Love. Love Has To Be Reinvented, That’s Certain.

Eternity Is The Sun Mixed With The Sea

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn

Whose Hearts Must I Break? What Lies Must I Maintain? - Through Whose Blood Am I To Wade ?

One Evening I Sat Beauty On My Knees – And I Found Her Bitter – And I Reviled Her.