Narrative

I will write my Life in verse until the black pen runs dry

And this may well be forevermore I...

A life without purpose can be a beautiful life
as long as you know it to be living and happen...

A mirror image of the spectrums reflection bounces off the glass and redirects itself as the brightness...

Ahh yon age of innocence amidst the eyes of a little child

Frolicking just like a baby red roe...

Within wonderful weavements..intertwined
and interlaced

Crisscrossed convoluted connections...

Believe what I write for this story is totally true
Jeanne Calmant died at hundred and...

Behind brown
eyes
Is
A bad man
A sad man

A person
Who lost...

baby baby baby
I love you so
maybe maybe maybe
you love me too oh
from the...

Cocktail
Cockfail

You’re drunk again

Mixed drink
Mixed emotions

Try...

Donate
To share and give away,
No confidence - I`m afraid.
“Steeel” an Iron Curtain...

I woke up today
and before I got up
I told myself this
regardless the color
of...

Barely scraping by
arms to my side

FIRM

Shoulder to shoulder
confined within...

A journey, a dream
to become better
I desire, regardless
the statistics
or what...

Well what on earth will I do on this Springtime Sunday?

This is not my favourite day of the week I...

One little loved, adorable creation

Is born into this wonderful world with such joyous celebration...

He is like a drug to me I cannot refuse
For he is the master and I'm his muse
Wherever he is...

Stooped and steadfast she stood on the seashore

Her body was bent forwards so crooked and sore...