Black Out on the banks of river Turkwell, Lodwar
The morning wind was dizzy, It was a slow day and I…
Past! Past! Past!
Don’t come to me, Oh widowed past (friend) Tonight you lack none…
My comfort in old age
ONE: Years of my youth TWO: Wasted on paper ONE: These are…
Conscious souls
Listen to the humble heed, That calls from within deep. Embrace the…
Desolate
The beauty of life ceased, My soul is a troubled pilgrim Earnest…