Month: September 2018

Memories.

Every memory is a poem yet to be written... "Born In July" Misty morning alone with my thoughts The fog rose like a theater curtain Revealed you in all your glory Your eyes signaled readiness Magic words uttered softly in the wilderness I gripped you like a soldier’s farewell Our lips intertwined in remembrance Lost … Continue reading Memories.

My Stance On Politics.

This week, someone suggested that I was out of touch with the world because I don't follow politics. I'm not anti-politics. I'm anti-politician. Most of them were spoiled little privileged rich poons, who were the children of spoiled little privileged rich poons, who were the children of spoiled little privileged rich poons. They can't comprehend … Continue reading My Stance On Politics.