Like most of you;
Dumbfounded when asked to self reflect...
Fortune is god's way of teasing us
giving the illusion of happiness...
What an eye can see,
the wind provokes...
Black and blue,
The two colors that show what she has been...
Black coal sizzles
upon rocks of uneven...
One September morning
I awakened from a dream...
Sometimes i sit and wonder why
why time has flown by...
I found the street in daylight,
walked on its moss-throttled flagstone...
The Willow and The Maple
I'm not quite sure...
Im tired of getting in trouble
for things i do right...
Iansan
Lady of the Winds...
Life is tough and cruel
it doesnt stop...