The tragedy of a man in the abyss of: “to be...
Where the bridge of “to be” connecting two...

My brother is a gullible sinner
and I am Jesus...

Such inverse efficacy:
Rocks grind...

Don’t ever ever dare my insanity
for I've found your sanity deluged in vanity...

Yoyos are orbicular,
like everything else...

Actually
it was in the apple of your eyes...

If I have been in your town
for some times...

_To those who have a soul_
The shrine of loneliness musing...

I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man stands...

They would go after
your dreams first before after...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

Yet eager for more
noticing in the mirror...