Absent ever to turn thy gaze away; Vexed be— the pith of birth, erelong to thee. Death's grip he knows, linger in thy dismay; Prudence spoils himself, corrupt he be. Now stands the pyrrhonist with sights amiss, Of doom, of spite, of wayward enterprise; Oh be Nature, yes the timeless witness! Dawns veils of change— be man's greatest disguise. His heart decayed, prideful steps be thy walk. He wears thy crown like Ozymandias; Away amongst from thee Almighty God Dead was, dead th

By entering this mystifying change of season once more, creation envelops the marrow of my soul with the euphoric sense of nostalgia. Believably, tides of serotonin seem to come to play for the much needed collection of solace. It is as if Nature is thrusting Her very last breaths of fertility throughout the lands of the earth for us to absorb before laying rest and temporary darkness blankets the atmosphere yet again. Chloris exhales the winds of change as I inhale her

In light of tomorrow's worldly event from the solar eclipse, this had me once more entertaining myself over the supposed "conundrum" of our vast universe and about how it is ever so "expanding." This theory, yes, I did say "theory" as this is quite a claim even from the greatest of minds of scholarly, scientific, distinguished reputation like that of notable astrophysicists Neil deGrasse Tyson, the great Stephen Hawking, and even the popular Edwin Hubble, having provided the

Do not doubt or forget that your father, which is also my father, hath the knowledge of an inspiring individual who such loves you as much as I do for the love encounter may he bestow be different unto you now, but between us both is conclusively as one. One who gave you life doth that I myself and himself be proud of. For we are family and may call each other brethren. Your father is much wise though you may not understand such. Yet he (our earthly father) has bestowed to my