If I were to  Drop dead Tomorrow.   Will anyone Remember  In sorrow?   Would it  Even make A difference?   Does it matter? Or am too insignificance?    Would anyone  Even Notice I was gone?   Will they Remember  The song.   I lived Or the words I sang?   I lived  As if there Was no tomorrow.    All the Words I wrote  Are all so hollow.   I tried to leave An ink...

It’s weird UKAnd the wafting scent reminds meOf a nuance, of a menaceOf a movie –maybeWith a queer settingCharacters that melt in their jointsAnd their bodies are meeting with my beingAs an infection of thoughtAnd they emergeEnticing, as she...

This dawnlight spills on grasslands wide and bare,While elephants move slow through morning haze,Mount Kenya stands in silent, stony praise—A god of stone, unmoved by human care.My thoughts, like dust, were drifting in the air,No compass fixed, no voice...