Bright light,
child of sunbirds flying
as high as any soul can
into the end, beyond the beginning
focused brightness.

Awash in moments filled with dread
hope slowly gathers;
midst strangling moan voices shout
nothing truly matters;
mangled by fears,

Roads of pain run sure and true
throughout every nation
built to last by vile fools
whipping death’s ire elation
routes designed to cause chaos

One life’s proof, that it exists,
basks purely in the thoughts;
that breath, and love, and happine
evolve from the realizations,
that an individual truly, and comp

beating hearts
knowin how it starts
we imagine
what doesn’t like reality
focusing incredible

Political speak, unnaturally born
it reeks of lies;
foundations biased, with inhumane
of this, we seek apprise;
morally, its tweak of forked tongu

Go on, go on and fall to your knee
do not pretend, that you are afrai
Pleasuring me…
Yes, do go and get your mandrake a
that black kettles fire…

who that
one wits’ curl
fun way truth..
tet, sure was proof
soft in the hooves

Belief, faith; trust; dust on your
and worsted wooly things in the co
dust balls as such or hair balls;
took down her hair yesterday, all
just like “A Former Pastor of the

My unclear mind’s refuse,
to read your deepest thoughts;
this hallowed consciousness,
now reamed of its trust;
the lack of you, beside me walked,