July 2020

THE FUTURE The future is so unfortunateIt’s a journey with no kilometers to calculateI mean, you can never be so accurateWith the predictions eitherAs the

Soil made of son, Descendants of Adam. What’s the worthiness , when fresh will perish, When power will relinquish, Flesh will tatter. Oh son of

You don’t have to betray your feelings, You don’t have to choke your heart with voices, You don’t have to prove anything to me, You

Sit, Sit and listen, And let me tell you a story, One you might have heard before.When you look at me…Do I look pleasing?Do I look

She got the powerTo climb the towerShe’s a starOutstanding with no scar Beyond measure’s her abilityMakes great steps in agilityShe makes peace in leisureOne of

Colours aew beautiful. They make sure we see how bright everything can be. But they also are tell tale signs of what we are feeling.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,but words will never hurt me.That old saying is such nonsense. Words are things that scar me.Words are bullets

Its another moment,am getting hurt,im bleeding,my heart is paining, she was known,to my genesisNow she is gone,we had aces, i was the better half,we loved