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…
My Pen
I don’t know where my pen falls weak, Where does it become stronger. I know its sparkling now. Aside from numerous visions. Voice in me narrates definition, What gives life to unlived words. My pen blinking upon luminous lights, Spread…
All Roses on the Gunshots
And the night shall fall short to spell, Another rain on the parched blood soaked in airy blue. To let hopes sulk in deep on concrete black road, Waiting to roll over with words invited to crack skulls open. …