June 16 1976
by then we were too young to comprehend...
The days are short and the time is drawn to a...
Everything ends...
Abortion (rant)
A child breathing in your arms...
I wrote a poem for my mate,
Dava...
Tree stands solid
on road side...
Incubator, mother's breast.
dressing up box, old string vest...
Time doesn't stop.
But worlds do...
She echoed peaceful
melodies within poetic...
All I want is to die,
It's not like I can fly...
There, death.
We give up. You win...
She adorns a gentle swagger,
as her hips dance under a moonlit...
Everyday, I suffocate in a public atmosphere
Full of irrelevance, fallacies and opinions...