In the dark hours a quill dips into ink
A pen scribbles insane thoughts...
like paris, france? (haiku)
swing, francewa liked...
Thruthfully
The little youth broke the string of his hat...
What's to be told...?
a heart that fails with a tall-tale...
In dangerous times
of war and terrorism...
Apparently our world consists of mind games,
And everyone knows there is no fair play...
Consequence of eloquence,
My mind is soaked in verse...
Am idle, am I dull
Am I simple in the soul...
Perhaps we'd take to mingle still
Di solving into nature's velvet comfort amid the...
You can't tell me you don't want
creamer in your coffee...
As a kid:
Our faces covered with sweat...
We are just jumbled pieces of the universe
floating together...