must to come

MUST TO COME

Man flows from sand became dust

Every year we formed feeble

Every minutes we suffused young

Please hook we with wines that never melts

Money is laughter

I have null so I do not recognize laughter

This countenance thee see

Are nothing but herself

An uncontented tears

Celebrating the forgotten years

Had it not be am as meager as ant

I would have been barren of swordsmanship victory

It’s true little we are pandemonium bringer

While must to come

One of them meager must to run

Who could see to face death

Who could sit to caress her embrace

Or face sleeping ad infinitum

Truly I must contemplate, nap is itself

For one may’est not say where he is.

And every single nap that form a double night

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.