As I climb into bed
with thoughts to rest...
On a cold winter's eve it all began;
By his portrait, my soul's desire was warmed...
In time, a desire distilled
Instilled in me...
The clock strikes three,
a feeble beep in the blaring silence...
Alone i strolled on an empty path,
only with my dreams...
Why follow the crowd, when you can be unique?
Be yourself and disregard everyone's critique...
My life has more twists than Lombard Street
More issues than Time magazine...
STRONG
In a world of torture and pain...
I wrote this poem for my brother. i hope one day...
i think about what to say...
The suffering, her suffering
......Her pain is just too great...
Born to be a soldier, raised to have no heart
A cold malicious warrior, damned from the very...
Do you want to fall,
Slipping silently over space...