the last remnants of smoke drift through the empty room dark scent cascades against the sunshine turning day into night with the ticking of the clock...
Children of the Revolution! The statue of liberty is a lie, A precious gift, Now desecrated and soiled, From the land of brotherhood To a slave state...
Words melt like butter In the warmth of your mouth They settle on your tongue And flow sweetly through the silence While I simply sit And bask in the...
I hate the way each phrase or rhyme Has been worn out by popular verse, Every little thought and spark Is echoed by a stale grey page. I can't wander...