Let me die alone in deep, Perhaps, I may take a breath, Don’t see me with hate and hope, Perhaps, I may live.
Since, thee don’t know my pains, So, have not a jot of rains, I have a lot of thoughts Where I Submit? Don’t me tell Perhaps, I may do some well.
To my sobs let bury in me So that world not to see For, these can’t melt thy hearts, And nothing can get from thy hands, For, thee all forgot humanity And laugh at my poverty That is not mine; Let me yell, Perhaps, I may be calm.
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million
Riding slowly among the misty clouds The endless curves of mighty hills But i wonder it’s not fascinating me anymore Why i curtailed my world in you? Deep down there lays beautiful valleys Defining life beyond explanation But my soul