i ask too much of you –
the body, and the ego are both wounded...
bird by another name, my heart knew you
by love, at first. the clouds shatter into...
The blackamoor Jazzes,
hellfire tangoes with my soul...
Throbbing to seam the
tattered perfection, time is...
Chapter 8...
(My sound very weird but that is because this was...
Chapter 1...
The fire is everlasting in your eyes.
You inflame me...
All my life I chased my needs to better my life
I ended up living my needs instead of my life...
On one hell of a morning, when the lair of an evil...
“Mr. J...
I traced a tint of mischievousness in her photo
in compare with her self-portrait...
We built our coffin from the planks of our habits.
We have no choice but to be obedient to our death...
Time is just a space
between beginning and end...