No Pen, in a while...
No Paper, in a while...

These are just the few things I thought you should...

It's okay to have dreams,
pick your disires...

Look beyond broken dreams,
real the fish in on a short line...

Once a wise man wrote,
To find destiny you must live a life of hope...

They look at me , They see my clothes , they think...

Words I've lost, I have none left to say,
Wisdom at the least, except...

No longer will I sit in your surrender,
crossing the lines of war...

Tie a baby in a rope of sanctuary,
will it grow...

The high and pale walls of isolation,
Bring cold distraction to my imagination...

Roses are red , violets are blue, but I'm only...
* Poem dedicated to Dereck M. V. xoxo...

Just looking, they think they know me,
Where I came from and my history...