The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…

I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.

How deep Can love Swim Or How

I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer

I will not be too Quick to put a label On something that might Last forever if we try.

There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.

I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little

I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.

I am A Different Person in Real life,

On love will you hate when time Waltz by unpleasantly and same Love will the lapping wave satisfy A couple of beauty praise. More love and pure strength will

To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,

A drunk man once asked me Do you write? And I was like yeah I can put words together, He looked at the cup he was holdin…

The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…

I will be a father soon I am excited and by his Grace com… I will take your first step with y… Blessing the heavens for a natures… I will love and cherish your exist…

I cry blood I cry a very dark red blood I cry I cry to read along the lines I Cry a meaningless tear sometime…