Outcast

From the dim regions whence my father came My spirit, bandaged by the body, longs. Words felt, but never heard, my lips would frame; My soul would sing forgotten jungle songs. I would go back to darkness and to peace, But the great western world holds me in fee, And I...
Journey to Confession

Journey to Confession

Journey to Confession. Last year, I purchased a pair of expensive tennis shoes for my son.  My son could not wait to show off his new sneakers to all of his friends.  He explained his new shoes were inspired by NASA (The National Aeronautics and Space Administration)...

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