I started writing poetry and lyrics at the age of 15 and have over 300 completed works to date. |
When I was done
Trippen' the blue...
We chance upon coincidences daily
Let lust confuse the truth about the way we...
Each day I find there's fallacy
Reminders of my frailty...
Am I now to study my reaction to affliction
With loneliness at the left hand of my distress...
Retire the bedding
Of silk and crimson...
Whether planted for home or planet
Or in the everchanging soils of toil...
"Our Friend"
Our friend is in distress...
I can do it
I will stick to it...
I'd pull you to me, just sideways enough
To turn as I bend to a partial crouch...
Illumination forgot our presence
Forbade us light to sight and hit the mark...
Pick any day in the history of humanity. The predominant view of humanity was wrong that day. |
In search of anyone's every slight, anyone can find aplenty |
Certainty without research is insanity |