How is it?

You pull and take—

yet under your control

we barely find, not make,

tomorrow, so slim,

my heart tries to keep

rhythm within, do you…

know why we cry?


Um, yes, forgive me,

I ask, as you dance

across the sky.

Death, and My Whimper

Go to hell,

enjoy it he said.

Umm, ok.

I will if you insist.


he cautioned,

others have been so smug.

Yes, I know.

They have taught me well.

Who do you think you are?

I am just a poor man.

Then why do you bother me so?

Oh my good friend Devil,

Don’t cha know,

I have beauty in my veins.