In God's own calendar,
...years are days...

You want to hear of an African story?
...My story I mean...

Oblivion must be a place of awe ;
that's how I always feel when lost...

My beloved, thee know not;
how much i love thee so...

The poems I write ,
seem to understand me more...

Today I was dusting through
the attic of my heart...

"I love you "
I've said those words to you...

I want to love you
with all the devotion...

She's the one I've been waiting on
all along...

When the night beckons
the heavens prepare for war...

I feel emptiness inside.
It consumes me...

Don't go looking for my heart
I'm a zombie...