Published books

Lamentations of a Nameless Calvary
Woes of a Nameless Calvary
The Cross of a Nameless Calvary
Ode to His Diadem of Thorn

Pain

Who will be my apothecary and mix for me an elixir that will kill my pains and revive my soul?
Who will prescribe an ailment for this ailing deject broken heart... albeit, we smile, howbeit, teardrops lingered somewhere... Pain is a pernicious reminder of our human conditions... We never wanted to be the God that made us gods.. we only wanted to see beyond imperfections and be free from immortality... howbeit, t'seems; we are now 'free from the freedom' that saved us from death...

perhaps, the time has come for the angel of death to as well ask for the breath of life... not from a baneling, howbeit, from the power that entered and left the grave... the power that made gods coffins lowered in the funerals of men!!! The Name Jesus!!!

Heavy Vanity

why should a man be born when he'll still die.. why should flowers blossom when they'll still wither.. of what use is happiness when sadness is always a lasting companion.. what is difference does smiles makes when frowns comes afterwards... i have searched and searched howbeit, i found none.. what found me was a purpose within... i discovered something new under the sun.. a reason to live lies in the 'interim' .. there is a goal that's needed to be accomplished between the time of birth and the time of death.. it was unveiled to me the misery between 'once upon a time and there lived a man'... utterly meaningless.. that was actually what the teacher said... albeit, it's been 'yore' howbeit, its echo seems louder than its voice... the world eventually will end up in absolute powder and in misplaced dust... i have only showered on thee some good memories of mine! as a Nameless Calvary