Dry arrid wastelands turn to dust
As misery strides in with the desert winds...
We do what we must
In order to survive...
Everything I Do, I Do It For Me
By Mark Spencer...
Watch this first...
Anything to declare? (senryu...
{Hidden pain seeping through cracks
Misery clutching at so many souls...
THE SNOWBIRDS ARE HERE!
This can bring some fear as more road accidents...
War (Tyburn)
Starving...
Take a sip from this disease,
Any glass you may eat...
It's hard to just sit here and write these rhymes,
When I know other's are out committing crimes...
I know you're going to make it...
It may take time and hard work...
For you,I changed
Lovely cold nights...
The sad poet
He rises from his bed, sad memories from the past...