The blazing stars in a jet black sky The vapor of a airplane The moon is riding high I wish that I had wings The memento of my raising breath Sometime I expect to die The cool drift of a late autumn night The hurry of cars passing by I meander pass the...

The eternal bloom of my spirit is tied To my body which is perishable The final loss of my thoughts is sufficient Enough for me to loose my life. I am persistent to live it Immediately by the breath. The masterful ramification of the diversity Of my...

Self-concisions of my boundaries I set my imagination free. Discretely it went progressing Through the dark streets, its tendency Overriding the obliteration of my Categorizing soul full of spirituality Of the self comprehensiveness. Then I was a man...

I was running pass a hassle Almost sure that the sufficient Motion of my tendentious sorrow Was jet black with shimming provisional Bronze intimacies hardened by purplish Common place hesitation wrought from my Hopeless periphery. Motion was crowding...

Running like a deranged orange I came across an excellence garrulity of blue Looking for the fragment of definition In the selfishness of a lost item wounded by The radiance of the tendencies of being a novelty All the color of the sun is worthy of...