you’ve got your bootson my dash againeven tho I’ve told youa hundred fuckin timeswindow downyour arm gone brownfrom the sunhand ridin the windwhile you tellthe same storywrong againI correct youyou call mea lyin motherfuckerand there we arelaughin and arguintil...

They ask me, what is poetry?Is it just words on paper?Is it memories,written and then saved for later? Poetry is much more than we know.When words in your mind flow,but you can't say them.And so,poetry comes to help. Rhymes and rows...

I saw beauty In places others ignored Most of the times I ignored this But sometimes You know we have a desire to communicate I would go there and say Hi this is what I have got A pearl from the shore They would look puzzled Baby what...

As sole survivor in this zone, I walk up to the tanks alone,To estimate the bodies lost, extrapolate the human cost,Of nuclear warfare on the few, who live here in the fluid blue.The sludge inside the first urn stinks,...