the evil of others should be tamed or avoided,
said he, the anointed one.
Back when times were grey it was I – not he –
with the ointment…
Believe that, he says,
or I will turn you to dust!
Like the ashes,
one, by one, by one.
Just be your self danny,
the icon of a soaring dream,
a staunch symbol of the dragon
which hides upon your sleeve.
Your shoulder where there lay,
A kinder version of creation,
That beauty called perfection made of clay.
The project was completed in a few hours over a two-day period for Campus Movie Fest at the University of South Florida.
I hope you all enjoy it.
The past is the past. That is all.
in everything there is an answer,
in your smile; in his;
in the way we laugh, when, like kids,
That girl to me is dead,
That’s all there is to say,
of love and all its woes.
my heart thumped, I felt weak,
and fell to my knees, awe struck,
that I could preach autonomy,
how fragile I am, without God.
I fear to speak, to say my feelings,
for what they’ll do to spite me,
I cannot help what I am, a frail man,
seeking refuge, in my Lord.
on days like this, I understand,
what brings us men, nearer to Him,
that love between a boy and his mother,
that compassion towards another.
what is that barrier, keeping men,
from returning to their lawful creator,
but a case of anger, a cold arrogance,
a sickness without medicine.