I do not write poems or rhymes.
They write themselves...
Since the age of time
We've tracked it's pace...
Society can't
ruin my creativity...
Beneath his gorgeous and handsome looks that...
beneath his soft and angelic voice that melts...
I've been poisoned
by my own set of venom...
In a world so small, I'm beginning to fall,
Not knowing how to deal with another day...
Out beyond princes and principalities
Lies a plane...
There are still some slaves,
But not as much as there were...
I gather kindling of compulsion
shavings of cravings...
I look into the mirror
i know what i see is me...
Now, cry! Oh, cry! You silly cat
Or chase that rat under the hat...
This street is really long
Obstacles are waiting here and there among...