1-1 dialogue
my words are released...
Don't mistake me,
I love the feel of a warm fire crackling...
Fraudulent people are making
the earth a muddy domain...
The falsehood of time gives us an illusion
We're living to die through massive confusion...
The power of nature,
Harmony is sought...
My mind is racing
A mile a minute...
Customised knife
blade, sharpened to perfection...
Late summer evening and you are late
moments spent waiting are lost moments...
My window flashes light-
Illuminating thoughts...
They come bearing gifts,
flowers, wreaths...
I waited for you to go, for SO long -
Holding my breath such icy sighs...
Some people write books
Some people write stories...