A little trust,
is better than an alter ego.
A new first,
is perfect for my broken shadow.
...
A bucket bitter water,
A score of sweet flower.
A mountain top,
A grocery shop.
...
‘I promise change', that's all we hear,
Democracy is exercised without a bit of scare,
No flames from hell consume the air,
No pain or anguish breeds despair
...
The Lackadaisical Lover
A little trust,
is better than an alter ego.
A new first,
is perfect for my broken shadow.
My deep thirst,
is gobbled me in half-a-swallow.
A safe nest,
epilogue to rendered solo.
Pick a stone, draw your sling
Rekindle the circus flame on a golden ring.
Like the the dust on burnt ash
Rebukes the Oxen with a whiplash.
The moles have seen us...
A little patience,
is sweetness to my open sore.