Evergreen Serenade

It's the evening's abyss sinking deep

As the sun sails they rise

Bold and evergreen

The bristles break and crash

Hacking they plug, songs they sing

Perched deep they serenade the morning

Their songs sweet and soothing

An appeasing sound to perch upon

The bed

Eager to render the creativity swirled

In the mind of the forest.

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.