We are one from within from the whomb to the blinding light flesh beating bleeding heart pumping through our veins we see feel hear smell taste five senses we all carry we grow as one w...

My gorgeous rose how can you decei… Tear my beloved heart out of my hu… Leaving me with question thoughts… Invisible to your hazel eyes I po… Iv’e lost a piece of my soul the d…

The Dark Cloud that follows me like a shadow so tranquil but yet so close it shows and enlightens my flaws as i am it kneads my heart as I am my own worst enemy the perfect storm awai...

Women are like instruments they pl… lying through their teeth like a b… Just to have their way or the high… Women turn our curves but when its… we must obey the sensitivity and b…

Life is to breathe Death has no a… We cry when we fall we smile when… A demon or saint Jesus will be th… As the world turns mortals evolve… It’s a mystery where our souls pro…

Whispers, in the ears of the weak… He was beauty he is sin a selfish… exiled from heaven for his bitter… sent to darkness full of ash rotti… sinners sin, saints sing,

Denial has eaten me away as my insecurities do as well I feel swollen all over losing loved ones one by one no family tree except the ones I created with the love of my life momma went ...

Dear lost boy don’t pity yourself… Dear lost boy mom and daddy are ol… Dear lost boy little sister is alw… Dear lost boy wipe your tears wash… Dear lost boy don’t make yourself…

If their was a way to wash the pal… I would ask politely to the god ab… All I feel i can do is keep swing… Not even a shadow of light has fli… The strength to carry on has been…

We met three years ago never got e… Think it was fate that brought our… The one I love shines like an ang… Those brown eyes make me sink in h… Every time I see her my smile beg…

My page has been ripped in half fr… My past haunted me like a ghost in… My present still lingers like a do… My future hasn’t been written yet… It’s time to be the man who except…

Eyes can only see what is transpar… The mind can be sly at times to ma… Hands can feel but can’t clench th… The reflection of the shell of ski… Is the illusion of the soul we pos…