To control his inner animal

whilst cultivating his inner angel;

thus is the alchemy of man’s existence.



Ray Bradbury

Unseasonably Loving

His love is a butterfly in Winter

hopelessly beautiful

fluttering a-midst the drifting snow;

like a floating flame in this Arctic,

Searching for sustenance, searching in vain.

Frigid air envelopes his wings in crystal

Softly falling like a leaf to the ground,

unseasonably loving.

If only I wasn’t so cold.












Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent.
Is he both able and willing? Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?


Make No Mistake

This body is not my possession, yet 

I am possessed. A mirror held up to heavens lantern 

bright without burning.This heart

is eternity encapsulated…

my love; small doses of it’s vastness.

Each day bursts into flame 

like a matchstick gripped by the beloved, we

are the smoke from that fire, intangible

evidence of the divine.

Angel or Animal?

Angel or Animal?

The Human Equation

Its natural for us to want to sum people up but we must keep in mind that life is cumulative and the equation is always changing.