It still grieves my heart my soul has never been at peace my people were killed at Abagana a war that kept us apart till date Rancor and bitterness rule...
If the Clouds could Speak She would cry bucket of tears every day As our recklessness causes her to be weak For we burn debris like hell every day. If...
quience (this is still not the longest poem) i . this silence is a symphony of death. we dance to pledge allegiance to its sung dirge of a frustrated future...
This little black box I carried as I plunge into the room A huge monster and friend Endowed with misery and mercy Spewed countless incantations Unto my little black box...
(For the extinct human group: Tasmania Aborigenes) I heard the geckos sing - a fairy tale As they traverse the walls of forgotten memories: Love has forgotten you, O Tasmania...
The world might be complex. But I know a thing or two: In the whole of the known multiplex, You’re a star with a million dazzling glue. There aren’t too...
From dusk till dawn she moves around Without destination, yet shops without money Shame can never deter her moving around Never have I seen her in any acrimony. How long...