It’s A Grand Planet

See the world…through a song, a baby’s laughter, an old man’s perseverance, a young man’s ambitions, a young bride’s warmth and intelligence. Yeah you are the world and the world is you. Make it a better place…now.

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The lover of my…

The lover of my youthful bliss…may your sweet lips remind me to live again. Tonight I cast myself in your arms, never again shall this hollow wind leave me this empty.

#HillsOfExile–The first part of the novel is complete, working on release date and other business avenues. Everything should be smooth from here on. I will be showcasing were you can get your copy soon. Stay tune this monday to get luncheon dates and more. Thanks for your interest and support. See you at the top!

Excerpts from “Hills Of Exile”

“The butcher, John Townsend, with apron stained with animal manure and blood, stood in his butchery, swines haggling about his gibbets. He was chewing a yellow root that saturated his bushy beard with dry yellow saliva.” Hills Of Exile, coming this fall.

Dear daughter of Zion (The Poem)

You are my only escape.

I’m a man, strong indeed;

Fill with prowess, wit and vision,

Yet you are still my only escape!

My secrets, my weakness are hidden in your core.

Your firm breasts are the shields against my manly flaws and

Your kiss is a weapon for my inspiration.

Search my heart,

Search my soul, and see all that I’m,

All that I have become; search my life; see all there is to be;

This world of complex appetites, desires, and lewd men,

I’m not wavering; my eye is cast on your love,

I surrender!

You are indeed my only escape,

Search my heart,

Search my soul; see all that I’m

You are my lover, the rib that I loss.

Taken from my script titled Daughters of Zion.

And also…

Hills of Exile, the novel luncheon date will be announced by the end of the month. Stay tune the adventure begins this fall!

Temperamental: The Black Horn

“You will never know what hit you!”

The Writer’s Block

Writer’s Block, if you were a person you would be dead by now. Artists around the world (including me) hate you!

reative, confused, writing