The smell of milk which spills from troubled hands
brings floods of tears to eyes that shouldn’t...
"A Fly To Sigh"
Fly, fly, fly, away...
Out of sight, out of mind
Never content with new ideas you find...
I’ve been to an island of thieves
Where my only pleasure was the passing breeze...
Everyone is in a race,
to find their place...
Life offers such bounty, beautiful color
The lens I possess is unable to decipher...
Look around, people mired by familiar sound
Welcoming intentions it grows, watch it compound...
Welcome! To the world of mutilated double...
Where He, and Her, differently define danger...
In an state
Life matter can exfoliate...
I shouldn’t be eating the crisps,
but pass them over please...
Have you ever been scammed?
Sounds close to an egg being scrambled, not a pain...
What do you want from me
Tell me what it is you need...