Slippery When Wet's blog: "speak of all that might be"

Each moment alive i dwell among dark and deep emotions.
Like the ancient Inca ruins of a fallen culture buried in the jungle of forgotten dreams and passions.

Tho my passion knows no bounds for you, it may only touch you as you hear the eerie cry of the eagle upon its lonely nest as it searches for new prey to give it sustenance.

Or the lonely cry of the wolf among the frozen winter landscape.

Cries of both life and death lonely yet strong.