A preceding thought comes.
Thoughts echo like a song hummed...
Take a listen...
In a mad world they say only the mad are sane
life is full of ups and downs, a crazy poker...
A child running free,
sweet sounds of laughter...
Most men don't live - but all of them die
life wasted betwixt lips in the form of a sigh...
A prophet speaks the truth alone,
His words can cut you to the bone...
In the absolute silence
I remember Life...
What I see, what I do,
Leads me all back into blue...
Dedicated to Uncle Steve Kepros of Iowa, USA
I wish I had Gibran's hand...
A union bound by love to never perish
auspicious amalgamation - absolu Au naturale...
Apathy has consumed our eyes
Nurturing blindness coats our words...
This money is my "now" and...
And I'll be damned if I threw this away...