Old Stones, New Wall
No hidden lie or fear kept dark,
Soul flayed to a bloody peeled view,
Yet, as I gave myself away,
My secrets turned to weapons true…
No hidden lie or fear kept dark,
Soul flayed to a bloody peeled view,
Yet, as I gave myself away,
My secrets turned to weapons true…
Often Misunderstood
My Journey with You
An Open Mic & Poetry Show
Poetry and Prose
Cherish every moment
I speak my heart out.
♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️
Connecting philosophy to the world around us
Dichotomy | Contrast | Life
Award-winning Author
Scribbled pieces of life
