Poor people in the streets all around me. Begging for change, not asking for money. Change on greater scales. So they can educate themselves, digest some food and pay for bills. Uncomfortable truth. People living like broken convertibles. No roof....

Countdown starts from three...I kid you not. See? A trigger-happy firing squad,this is it for real. We’re caught.Make way for the tears, because without spilling them for years there’s a lot.Just stare into my eyes forcing me to do...

Pressure deep in the the abyss of my treacherous soulUnrelenting as if it want to find what little light that leftTender touches or sweet kisses is not in my DNAYet you pushSoftly at first,intensify the pressureI'll swallow  back the...