Close your eyes and listen.
Listen for the silent tears...
Do I want the dreams
Deep inside my heart...
In the dead of night
The air grows still...
Well karma has always been a friend of mine,
he can show up on anyone, anywhere and anytime...
A poem,
Full of words...
We stand tall together
Our bond can not be broken...
So let us talk
About that time...
My heart beats faster.
Blood rushing through my veins...
To be outside once again
Feeling the kiss of the wind...
Making sense of the crazy.
a bullet that lives to tell the tale...
We broke the glass
as fragments of past came to drown us in faith...
Some people write their poetry
with quite astounding mediocrity...