To look within is no easy task.
What is the point? One may fairly ask.
To know thyself and to thyself be true,
And to give unto God that which is due.
Jesus in manger
Born to rule Heaven and Earth
Grant Us Peace, Hope, Love.
Wind blew on the house.
It did not fall but shaken
Max shook his head in disbelief. What the Hell am I looking at? He asked himself, for before him stood a new adversary, deadlier than all the others put together. “Who are you?” He shouted at the mouse whose fur seemed to emit a glow, warm and comforting. It made one want to press their nose to its fur and wiggle it a bit.
The angel/mouse smiled at Max, and then gave him a wink. “I am the archangel Milton, sent from Heaven above to cast you back into Hell.”
“You, and what army?” Sneered Max, the demon from Hell.
Maxwell prowls the yard
Haunches up creeping up pounce
Soul lost forever
Collisions – Three Line Tales
in the path of disaster,
Queen of the Crash Car.
No Exit – In memory of Jean-Paul Sartre
Turn around again.
The worm consumes its own tail.
Hello Judgement Day.
He drove the demons
From the man into the swine
Water there to drown