“THE untold want by life and land ne'er granted, Now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find.”  Walt Whitman  In the way  piano plays in an empty room, trains hold commuters  as travelling hearts in skin baggage, poetry passports are open to declare  Steel...

His voice is often like velvet.Soft and fine.Whenever he opens his mouth to speak. His words and tone is never bleak.When he sings,angels above hear it.And invite him into Heaven early. They find his voice beautiful.Whether talking or singing.Doesn't matter. Once,twice.Even if...

  You see that old house up on that hill, let's take that shitFucking ski mask and gloves, move with stealth, let's break that bitchBring your fucking tools, just in case there's any resistanceMy boys aren't afraid to put in...