Our thoughts are crossed by uninitialized tensions...
These constant flowing vibes spun from greed of...
And of Horrors
regardless and despite those...
Royalty and Commoners
And the suicide bombers...
Midnight dreams of taking chances,
Under a moonlit sky...
We still have problems
All we do is complain...
The days have thickened in deceit and death...
Divided presence still remain real, the innocence...
Turning, spinning and frantic, here and there
The world is the instigator, there’s no...
Amidst the trash cans lining the street
In preparation for garbage day...
Every time I turn around
Is another stare conveyed...
I wonder how many children in this world, Gets...
An innocent girl
A TV show...
An old blind woman
Pets her young kitten with joy...