Just getting started
Who left the lion free cos
God took away my sorrows
Now I bounce back
The love is obvious
The feeling is clear
My heart is open
Forward ever
My soul is willing
Their is no holiday for a poet
Everyday is an inspiration
The energy never mute
Either do my frequency die
One thing eternal is life
This is not a lie
So be alive yes live
This has always Been my message
I curse no soul except that against
Humanity
That against my right to exist and
Cohabitate as a proper human
The world is ment for all
Not for a few
So cast me not away so quickly
Cos no deformity can challenge nature
And this is the greatest remedy to
Our dear Mother Earth
I will keep wailing
I will never stop writing till
I rest my case.
Pendulous eyes, weary and bleak
Immoveable shadows, the unseen torrents
Coyly divulge the once impetuous spirit
On his shoulders, he carries a colossal weight
For his is a cleft vessel, rudderless and floundering
The rise and fall of each swell, brings neither hope or despair
He contemplates the gilded life, an absurd apparition
And slithers back to obscurity where the worm and dreams cohabitate
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