A colored butterfly
Beautiful and free...
He sits alone beside his disgraced shadows staring...
It is only through the eyes
that you may come to realize...
The intercom blared "Ladies and gentlemen...
only those passengers seated in rows 15 - 30 are...
Why you not tryin
why you just cryin...
Just open the links as you see them, follow along
and I hope you enjoy...
The Rise of the Disc and the Eye,
both driven by each other but neither asking why...
This poem is a collaboration with my sister...
A chip of milky chocolate
cast on the frigid tarmac...
Sitting in my chair it is easy to watch life go by
Changes have been plenty and they come so fast...
What is this i feel.
what is this inside...
I had my silver hoop earrings in
A white handkerchief on my head...