one who studies zen
hurts his soul and aches his brain...
As we are facing the forth semester of the year
I am slowly wrapping up my last nine months...
This is not a spark from any fire,
It is not a play or a devious trick of light...
Is there an angel on my shoulder?
One that's keeping me alive...
I feel as of late
restless of life...
A Different World
In other realms to most unknown...
Everyone has secrets,
Things hidden from the world...
When we were young everything was great
We didn't even know the definition of hate...
I dreamt a dream of lovers weeping,
Tears of soul slowly seeping...
I wonder what
Will come to be...
She was only seventeen
She's too young to work daily...
The fox looked up toward the moon
And thought "I could jump that high...