The night we met
I was just an empty shell, of a man...
I love you.
Those three words didn't mean a thing...
My thoughts began to churn rapidly,
looks like it wil be one hell of a night...
Yesterday was a nice birthday
But today I received my present...
The difference between you and I
is that you fit in everywhere...
Dedicated to Uncle Steve Kepros of Iowa, USA
I wish I had Gibran's hand...
Asking this question, I should not
To the person that I knew I hurt a lot...
This may end up in a love story
I did not mean for it to happen...
Come take my hand,
let’s meander with no...
I am my own worst enemy, and the enemy of my enemy...
Memories continue to assuage the longing
not to say goodbye to the days of youth...
Trotsky left freedom
of exile for the prison...