We are the troubled of today
The tattered lives with much to say...
Sitting in my car
Driving here and there...
for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey...
Like a seed
unfolding the flower...
Preface
How oft we sense the beauty around us...
Surface surfers
with insidious whispers...
Ancient Egypt
When the ancient workers add blocks to my veins...
Weeks of uncertainties
promises become more unreal...
Yet eager for more
noticing in the mirror...
The Orchestra
The many instruments, each one playing their own...
White fabric outline's the true silhouette
of me...
While walking alone in battered robes
I stumbled upon a lost broken road...