Orson Welles,
a man...

We
always forget what we...

I don’t care if you believe in God or not
Yet whoever “knows” God in heart...

Butterflies hover
over gardens while gardens...

This loneliness is
so boundless because we're all...

Butterflies stroke the
velvet fur of gardens while...

Upon the perspective of the oppressive past,
the fragments of bygone prospects...

Me and an ant looked
at each other, recognized...

Sky is the mode of
nothingness in the blue dye...

Without you
I am just a stranger...

A poetic hive without the bees of words,
The song that sings me out...

Black man sings:
Compering to the way you moving your booty...