Luciferin
Every time I am asked, why the truth has me enslaved, It reminds me of my freedom, that darkness has depraved, So I tell them, “the truth has, and seeks, no control of me”, “The truth is not about control,
Is There
Not to throw, whatever we can against the wall, Not to mouth, every profanity we can quickly recall, Not to vent out, pent up frustration into the community, Anger is there, to test our affinity for serenity. Not to cover
Lake Infinity
Just when I was almost pleased at seeing the first rays of dawn, I was dejected, that they weren’t looking for my lawn, It seemed everyone took pleasure in provoking me into delight, And then reminding me, there was no
Perfection
Around the edges, the eyebrows taper a little too sharp, And the face is imbalanced, neither round nor oval, they harp, Perhaps just a little more effort, could have salvaged Mona Lisa’s fate, It could have been a lot better,
Fred Claus
The little boy was more confused than ever before, Surely a festival must mean something more, What his grandpa said, seemed to make little sense, It seemed like something badly conjured up in defence. So he went back to nagging