Who decided that when I laugh,
tears should drip from my tongue...

Imagine holding a dice in your hand
You grip it tightly, kiss it and know...

When it was made
it was rehashed from a bucket of Angels...

If love could be bottled would you fill a bath,
then drown in it...

I stand here arms around the tough bark
Feeling the coarseness cutting my flesh...

Ever felt a head so heavy
it flops from one side...

Sure I'm sad
Lost faith, that echo...

I learnt the value of determination
the day you looked passed the excess baggage...

(He sang a song)
O tower...

Kaleidoscopic
(inspired by Beautiful soul, probably not a poem...

One book
written long ago...

Clouds
judgement...