I gaze into the mere dimly lit future
equipped with hardly anything, just a personality.
My eyes full of hope
and a face draped with fear.
...
I will walk to the edge of the earth to find,
a place
were there is no criticism and race
where we all speak the language of love
...
Love
Love Untamed, sporadic
Leaving victims of its bite asthmatic
when it crumbles; tragic
...
David
Is it beautiful?
The alternative world in which you sleep?
the everlasting nirvana,
...
When the beggar seems demanding
He simply begs understanding
When choirs sing for all to hear
They prey freedom strike the corrupt Americans ear
...
The mind; like a double edged sword.
A safe haven to one,
a dark abyss to another.
A cure for some, and a poison to the rest
...
stars are eaten by the morning sun,
we breeze through this life
then look back and regret what weve not done
slaves to the clock
...