I fit into the skin of Mr quite man, who has a lot...
Who might you be? when nobodies around...

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The ink is fading on my page
Fragile the threads I choose to weave...

Africa my home, my love of life
If I could only fly like a cloud...

Scrap away the veneer
Cast the social mask aside...

The mysterious ‘presence’ syndrome
Demons on the move...

I have never found out anything new, by just...
There needs to be input, to spark synergy...

Here in this deep silent place
I meet myself again...

It’s hard to believe in summer
In the dead of winter...

The perverse complexity surrounding Christianity
Turns out to have simple root implications...

The arrogance of me seeing a world at peace
The great melting pot of the ‘Dived States of...

punching holes in the air,
may sound off the wall...