these poems are just spoken words, not knowing where they come from, they're tales to be told, of what writing has become, so enjoy the pages of my life, for they are paintings made from words, may they grip to your heart, mind, and soul, for thou which is my only goal... |
These poems
are just spoken words...
The moon takes over
and the sun has drawn its last breath...
Night after night,
i find myself on the seat of my toilet...
Whisper in the yard and turn the trees all into...
lay there on the ground and turn the dirt into...
Driven by my ambition,
never escaping the corruption...
PAIN is only weakness leaving the body... |
LOVE is like MAGIC, |
" when Jesus Christ died on the cross |