Accept the situation friend your poorness is not...
Poem without words
Pictures are poems...
Maybe it's for different minds
of different flocks of feathers, but...
Today I shall wait for you,
Holding our memories in my hands...
My escape from this troubled world is here. My...
Here
I am...
As dawn breaks over Mid-East land
this tired Texan bids all goodnight...
And in the end
when the contest is done...
The voice of truth is what he portrays
Always honest on whatever he says...
Literary silversmith, like no other
artfully shaping words like the finest...
Between us we will take over the world,
with you, I will reach the end of the road...
Smiling pills? who need
those when you are around...