When I talk, are you hearing me now?
You know when we begin to fight...
I fit into the skin of Mr quite man, who has a lot...
Who might you be? when nobodies around...
...
crestal ball on my table
show me the future in my past...
When love takes off its make up!
The ache begins to tell...
I am at the foot of that dam mountain again
Stretching...
The old man is standing,
Why? the bus does not stop here...
I take to my pen as weird thoughts fly about
Politics a game of thrones...
The dry leaves nourish my garden
Why always the sweeping and blowing them away...
Intersecting past and future, ‘is now’!
You need to learn the art of self-discovery...
Under the mantle of a star filled African night
I listen to the wind in that majestic setting...
I want somebody, to tell what is the soul of a...
God is playing on my mind...