I need a vacation from the daily g
And leave all the commotion way be
Bosses yelling, weather steaming,
Dogs barking, children screaming,
Fence needs fixing, grass too high

The Duty
Poets and musicians, chosen from t
Where voices cannot be heard for e
With pen in hand and minds open wi
They listen from morn’ til eventid

You, the one I chose to fight for
To make your days free of slavery,
To clear the path for your inherit
To walk upon as all free men do,
To choose your own leaders,

Thank God for the
Louis Pasteurs of the world,
for the ones with his ingenuity,
a mind capable of coming up
with a vaccine to eradicate

Rudiments
Little girl, for whom a joyful noi
Is for some but not enough for you
Your talent endowed by God alone
Waits for your utmost perfection

American Idol
She flaunts her beauty everywhere
Her shapely figure and skin so fai
Her glowing smile she warms up the
As winter’s wasteland bursts into

Broken pieces laying on the ground
egos shattered and hope drained ou
shackles squeezing the joyful hear
tomorrows of bleak winters ahead,
idleness creeping into the mind

Damn Those Poet Gods
Sleepless nights and distant days
Through thorns and sordid blinding
Pushed through comfort and rest ab
Steady hands molding faith in doub

As the old looks upon the young
in the same manner when they were
under the influence of controlling
those primal urges,
those invading sexual desires,

Beauty on a pedestal in the
crimson light with colors dancing,
heavens of poetic delight
and lovely rapture
coming alive and inching closer,

Home sweet home of sound contentme
of love spread throughout the raft
unity tightened as the bond holds
mommy and daddy, the disciples of
the promoters of love, the cultiva

On the Road
Dark and endless roads appear to u
Each mile along the road seems to