A Writer, A Poetier, The Imaginator and a Realist
Love, oh love.
How it baffle me,
Barren me on and on.
Like a barrel,... more »
The sound of the unwanted rang through the streets
The wind spikes its thin yellowish skin
The hardness of the new world
graps it's fragility bits by bits... more »
A dope of concoction,
Neither wine nor poison.
In mids of heartfelt motion,
Stands an unfold notion.... more »