you toss you turn
my light dsturbs...

The old man is standing,
Why? the bus does not stop here...

Under the mantle of a star filled African night
I listen to the wind in that majestic setting...

I take to my pen as weird thoughts fly about
Politics a game of thrones...

Intersecting past and future, ‘is now’!
You need to learn the art of self-discovery...

asleep at dawn? you just missed the best
the world has brushed its teeth...

The threads that bind
Inspection to the present...

Step out from behind the many masks
that you believe are your protection...

I am a man
A victim...

God means different things to different people
You cannot run away from that one...

This write brings me back to full circle
No closer to anything other than conjecture...

Sparrow fidget!
That window in time...