Song of a drunk poet
By Ziad Dib Jreige...
For is it now, or is it then?
Where do I start, where do I begin...
It's Mr. Ripple's Golden Rule
Something he lives by...
Its a few pages of a Fairytale
But every word of it is true...
I love that
We now live...
THE SEASON OF THE FLY
Have you ever gazed into their complex eye, do...
THE SKEETER
Tiny are they, from your delicious blood it is...
Out of suffering, the strongest souls have...
Forcefully said to comply,
An image oozes out...
This has been a long time since.
A long time coming like the end of this sentence...
Shaking Speares of Shakespeare
Todayth dayth cometh with loth toth seeth...
I met a honey of a Bee
She was hovering just above the petals of the...