Sing O Sing

Sing O Sing Sing O Sing, my dancing body, This in the wake of time. Let it go a bit so oddy, Live in the brink of chime. Grasp as to the world that listens, Nothing but they want to…

Mind

Hell, we are fooled, Yet again, By our ticky old foe. He’s writing this text, With his touch on the screen. He’s…

About Hope

” Behold! Because there is yet to be seen, yet to be believed and yet to disagree from!” Funny, how in some ways…

Still Sleeping

Where is the air to rest our nose on, Is it there where I’ll go easy on the dink of life?   An internal look is essential to fill this blank paper, Or else with these breaths I’ve, I’ll be…

Together

Taking a nap I’ll move, If I’m little more inspired to. Wincing on the words I prayed with, I’ll pull my sleeve…

Walk of Life

A little about the walk of life will be told, The scent of which is inherent in all, Wherever will be the…