in the fury and thee fiery of thee fire, my feelings were born, forged by the flames of my heart from the hardest steel and bone it was created by the forgerer of god, my head was first forged

the was once a flower in the mist it was hiding in the soft moss, it bloomed, up the hill

i was woken in, in the inn, if the city of dream's with all the happy people i see, i see that they bleed

it is true or it is a lie it is but a dream or is it my life

Once upon a time, there was a garden the most beautiful garden of all

The pain, Thee hate, the love I had my heart broken, once more

A sick old sailors poem. from the last days of his life.(with lots of love i hope am getting better and making more interesting poems for you thank u for the support guys)<3 <3

High over the mountains And beyond all dreams and goals

A little poem for george seurat great painting ( a sunday afternoon on the island of la grande jatte ) {sorry i did not post for a long time been through a tough time lately but am back on my feet an...

A little poem for the ones of who do not have , do not belong

We started at the first dimension we danced in the melody of la vie en rose Meanwhile, we were dancing the whole world