The End

What is the end? Is it something to fear? Or is it something that’s meant, for as people to look at it as a danger, But truly ambiguous....

Who is the Poet?

The man, through whom God works The one who becomes a tunnel for existence, To show beauty, The poet is dancing in the joy of the beyond....

When Words Aren’t Enough

Sometimes, I hide behind the flow of words. If you are clever enough You’ll catch me peeking from a curtained window, admiring the view...