Tense weaves under the light ceilingWind comes to sweep the vague emptinessShort and thin trailSilently weaving our threadNo one notices the shineAlmost invisible in the handSpinning the trail of fateDust turns into a songWe are of pure silkBorn from...

His lips are thin for his salivated full lipsHis forehead is large than his what he has with in bodyhis shirts doesnt fit in well for his broad shouldersHis legs are large to fit in his bones that are...

every thing I do i just do so that our troubles are gone Every hardwork I do i just do so that our work results in good things Every sacrifice I do i just do so that our sufferings are gone   Why...

Your portrait, I miss so dearlySeeing you my time flew through minutes to hours and then to yearsWaiting for you my clock moved the hands from days to decadesliving with you what will happen, will the seasons go beyond to change...

it started as a whisper  soft warnings... just at the edges of awareness  the way a storm builds  only a murmur in the distance drifting on a slight breeze but it grew... from a tiny sound barely audible... to a full blown roar leaving nothing behind only total destruction... no going...