Violent freedom is compilation of poems taken from the past 4 years of my life. It also includes poetic writings and dialogues. At times they tell a story of me, at time a moment or a tale of... More > somebody else.
I wrote this book in an attempt to open myself to the world and share my experiences, my feelings and thoughts about the world, life, inner changes and people.
These are the unheard screams, the silent prayers. The burial of dreams and the birth of a new sun. This is a human dissection of its heart and soul. This is someone and its memories< Less
Violent freedom is compilation of poems taken from the past 4 years of my life. It also includes poetic writings and dialogues. At times they tell a story of me, at time a moment or a tale of... More > somebody else.
I wrote this book in an attempt to open myself to the world and share my experiences, my feelings and thoughts about the world, life, inner changes and people.
These are the unheard screams, the silent prayers. The burial of dreams and the birth of a new sun. This is a human dissection of its heart and soul. This is someone and its memories< Less
What would Adolf Hitler's autistic son's comics look like? Probably something like Violent Child, a collection of childishly dark comics.
Prepare to encounter some of the rudest, crudest and just... More > plain out their comics to date. (DISCLAIMER) A work of pure fiction.< Less
Ask me no more where Jove Bestows when June Is past, the
Fading Roses, for In your Beauty's orient deep these Flowers, as In their cause Sleep ask me no more whither Do stray the golden atoms of The... More > Day; for In pure love Heaven did prepare those Powders to enrich your hair Ask me no more whither doth
Haste the Nighttingale when May Is past; for In sweet Dividing lawn She winters, and
Keeps warm Her note ask me no More where those Star's light,
That downwards fall In dead of
Night for In your eye's they Sit and there fixed become as In there sphere ask me no more
If East or West the foundation
Builds Her spicy nest; for Unto you at last She flies, And In your fragrant sweet Violent sent love thou art Absolute sole Lord I gift Writing poetry to prove the Word we'll now appeal to no
None of all those thy old
Poet's great and tall.< Less
Ask me no more where Jove Bestows when June Is past, the
Fading Roses, for In your Beauty's orient deep these Flowers, as In their cause Sleep ask me no more whither Do stray the golden atoms of The... More > Day; for In pure love Heaven did prepare those Powders to enrich your hair Ask me no more whither doth
Haste the Nighttingale when May Is past; for In sweet Dividing lawn She winters, and
Keeps warm Her note ask me no More where those Star's light,
That downwards fall In dead of
Night for In your eye's they Sit and there fixed become as In there sphere ask me no more
If East or West the foundation
Builds Her spicy nest; for Unto you at last She flies, And In your fragrant sweet Violent sent love thou art Absolute sole Lord I gift Writing poetry to prove the Word we'll now appeal to no
None of all those thy old
Poet's great and tall.< Less
We've all done it. We've all met a gorgeous man and instantly fallen head over heals in love! Kate, a beautiful and successful composer, Rachael a drama teacher, and Cecilia an assistant in a bakery,... More > does exactly that, when they meet their mysterious lovers. But little did they know that their men were about to turn there lives completely upside down, with disastrous consequences.< Less
