I have solely turned this creation into mess, becoming a cause for frustration and moments of distress, resulting from price tags and use of over-inked cheques, and also from partaking in acts of repeated carelessness,
It’s safe to say that , I’ve been stuck in the cycle of relentless regret, a feeling that’s often much harder to repress, and just like the sound of a tune on broken tape, a glass pot goes down to make way for another.
There ain’t no pride in all this subdued shamelessness, not when it fell from the roof of a fleeting consciousness, only to leave back the deeds of unflinching casualness, but its all done now although not at all for the best
It’s safe to say that , I’ve been stuck in the cycle of relentless regret, a feeling that’s often much harder to repress, and just like the sound of a tune on damaged tape. a glass vase goes down to make way for familiar.
With frugal memory you wanted to tame the radical spine, while fright was bending the thighs. Was it a travesty of the graduated thumb? The speed of the river had accelerated in aching land. People gathered to collect the alms
Hands have the ability to tell much about a person Race, age, gender And many other things if you really pay attention You can tell how hard someone works Or how physically demanding their occupation is By the cracked calluses
“How glorious and how perfect Art the works the Lord hath done” For upon nothingness, He formed the earth When nothing that breathes upon the vast universe lived He made all things alive by His breath of life From the
Things I love I love people who are humble and honest Sometimes direct but always ready to reach out I love music, poetry, singing and writing And affecting in a positive way the way people decide living And being thanked