So deep so dark
so lonely inside...
A man should have respect
His case may not accord him that...
What is it that makes us
what we are and how are we...
I write the lines
but who writes me...
The temperature soars
and the heat is unending...
Clouds
stars...
MWhy does this happen?
Why are we here...
Care about me
Growling lions on the mountains...
Why are we here?
Trying to prosper through the night...
Summer nights months go by tears i wanna cry days...
summer nighs a years gone by tears i just cant cry...
Who i am is what i write
ink of black on paper white...
--OK well, this is an acrostic poem using my name...
Cultivating as I begin to grow...