The memories
of our childhood playmates...

I do not know
what someone’s words...

As if on a beach the moon
I become cloaked by the vision...

As a universal truth
And as per the US constitution all Men...

Rising above experiences
that are timorous...

Suit And Soot
Liberals are the true conservatives...

Oh blue immense ocean
witness of abundance...

We were once fused into one
Now we meet half way...

They are playing the song
that gave us our off-springs...

Some times one falls in love
with one’s own miseries...

Of the first of my eight lives
I do not miss...

It is a wide world abhorrent and strange
housing bad actors who do face time...