Biography of Omiat Kings
In my past, I've looked for every opportunity possible to laugh.
Also, I am a musician who plays the piano, clarinet, saxophone, ukulele, banjo, guitar, and charango. Also, I love to sing.
Omiat Kings Poems
I walk in uncertainty and stumble in doubt I'm not sure what the path's about, I just keep walking
As I sit down to a book and look out the window I view a large portrait with rain falling like long silver needles and the sky as a giant gray mountain thrusting each needle down on earth with a pitter-pattery rhythm
Fisher throws the pass Pau tips the ball Artest runs the D while Kobe makes the call
Hello, May I Love You? Why do you look confused? I simply witnessed the complexion on your face and believed that I would be interested in seeing it as my possession.
Do I Need It
Why do I want what I am afraid of? Has carpe diem sent me turning to fear for joy?
We've seen socialism, communism, marxism, leninism,
The mother who works the mother who shops the mother who feeds the mother who mops
If a flower comes from rain why won't a smile come from pain? I wish the thoughts
The Moment Of Joy
A new born baby wakes a mild heart Many cries and smiles for a brand new start
My frustrations are my gifts I am but a prisoner
I Want To Cry
Be a man is all I can hear in my head Testosterone in my nerves Masculinity in my vains Full-out ruggedness flows in my blood
My Old Banjo
The day is beauty The sky is joy I'm just a short-haired banjo pluckin' boy
Mister Signore Monsieur Sinsay I astound myself with the honor you give For you have satisfied many in this divided land
Adios Hombre (English)
Like a piano or possibly a lute you are a voice
My Old Banjo
The day is beauty
The sky is joy
I'm just a short-haired
banjo pluckin' boy
The sun rises
and the sun descends
All the while I play
music with no end