Beans-Addict | Lover | Believer | Griot | Psycho-blabber | Psyentist | Teacher.
A drop in the dreg of the bellyMaelstrom of innards in cacophonyMortal of soul in crescendo drum beatRippling through the labyrinths of micro cells.
When every sunrise bringsFresh reasons for fearI find courage in your writings Knowing you're there.
I feel it keenThe sting of pain;Of butterflies enlivened In our gutsSinged by the fiery fire of 'buts’.
I feel it fierce; The glowing ember of our passion Snuffed out by noxious wave…
The Grass Is Green.
The grass is greenWe make it greener
I found you in the quantum Vivid cosmic microcosm In quarks and photons Through infinite scale of aeons
I found you in chasm Wadded in vast vacuum Freighting in waviclesNumbering my…