In a world where stories are told
words oozing from mouths and shaky hands spraying...
I tell you the ice
upon which you glide is thin...
If someone tells me
I am not putting up a fight...
Songs of sorrow as well as joy
Days should speak...
Tidal waves break free
Mourning for their crescendo...
There is intensified will to do right by others,
charming our thoughts for acceptance to multitude...
Jealousy boils over in my heart like a witch's...
Now at the twilight of human existence
world scientists have come to an agreement...
Morning rays hit the concrete wall,
Finding its way thru the looking glass...
Again alone with myself, lost in the labyrinth of...
Quickly placing on shelf, words which were lost in...
Ive always left.
my home...
If Cain tended flocks
and Abel tilled soil...