Subtle subtlties,
Novel novelties,
Paintings painted with pain.
Rhyming riddles of life,
Wrecklessly written.
A footprint,
In the sandgrains of time,
Washing down upon the faith of life,
Like noxious fumes lingering in,
Listlessly killing lascivious lies.
More gregarious virtue,
Cannot instill in my ties,
Because In my search for the future,
All I found was time .
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I will post here a poetic journal of my thoughts and my existence. I will seek to speak/write freely on the biggest things weighing on my mind. I believe in the power of people and the God we create in ourselves when we carry love and understanding inside us.
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