The best liars are those who conceal lies beneath...
and truth beneath lies...
Life has its own pace and flow
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow...
Children are crying
parents anxiously searching...
In the calm vibrant stillness of meditation,
Enjoying the Isness of my Being...
His face-
greasy and worn...
Nowadays, poetry is uncommon to the youthful mind...
Words made to confuse and amaze minds, deeper...
SOWING AND REAPING
It’s a choice, but conscience also has a voice...
He is not helping
anyone so I figure...
Unfurl your flag, let your marching tune soar
in defeat nonetheless you stood your ground...
people only type
in contrasts...
Winter is coming
Such war, sex, deceit, much death...
Because , I was poor
I starved and struggled...