My queen is a lioness My king is gentle My words exploit And they conceal. Problem with love is It has been taken from me. We stoned a woman and put a man on a cross. Violence is ingrained in our lives And I still eat my milk and honey.
This is a random collection of my writing. When I write, I attempt to be fair to all my readers. I accomplish this by giving them my unhindered soul. All works are copyrighted.