I write this poem free from my heart..
For my beautiful baby girl...
Man, you only choose the right way for your lives
when your wrong ways appear to be crowded...
This town has got me hung up on strings
I'm like a puppet hanging in the wind...
The roses are not enough to pay homage
on your Seventy Fifth birthday...
In the shadow lands
I stood looking out...
Whats the point of having a brain
if you stil act stupid...
His baggage is heavier than mine
and the spirits of the place can't understand...
I opened my eyes and saw what my soul has longed...
Peace and love all in my lovers eyes...
My shadow sees my
pain and suffering, yet it...
When I look at how freedom is so skewed,
I say to myself, is it any wonder that our hearts...
A blunder;
a fault...
Went for a walk today,
through the beats and streets...