Holding The Crown
Ten dreams...
Everyone has his own name.
The name is also his registered label...
We speak of art, and then we speak of words,
We speak of colours, then we speak of rhyme...
We are two clocks of different times
One much older and the other prime...
Idols peering sideways, forthrightly downcoming,
flickering moths of melting butter flying madly...
I have two friends who messaged tonight
On Facebook messenger in two different friend...
All the sorrow and grief
Life goes on without relief...
Dear Skyler,
How’ve you been buddy...
Appreciating
All of the free things in life...
The fields of tomorrow
I once sat with, a paper blank...
Tonight I shall wake up
from the nightmare of this life...
Reminiscing
Someone said...