One move to the right
The hands of the old clock ticked...
War is a commodity, by which we live
A product we all produce and sell...
Looking out across
these gently rolling hills...
A Boy Called Baby Squirrel
I watched from the corner of my eye...
Master asks the pupils:
“how would one find enlightenment...
There are times in life
Where it throws you a curve ball...
The past has been pressed
within pages, that only unfolds...
Confused and poisoned thoughts to begin
Uneducated words of minds twisting within...
Life, if you live it,
does not have to be painless...
Open hands release
French white doves into the path...
Serenity's Unshed Tear
Serenity's silent longings...
Freedom
I don’t know why I give a damn...