[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? No. That's primitive and old. When summer was dull and gray. But I must say, Even if we existed during Shakespeare's day, I'd still glare at your unique beauty...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] You do not know Him if you think He has not washed the feet of his enemies while picking the thorns out as they were collected as the crown of his head changed into a corona. You...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] twinkle fickle black stars no one really cares how they are as long they just deliver the beat the rhymes the blunts the lines the dreams the highs the flow the scandals the lows the lies the...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I’m not your sister I’m not your child I’m not your daughter I’m not your mother I’m not your wife I’m not your friend I’m not your colleague I’m Me I make my mistake I Live my...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I thought I would get sick drinking milk. I never thought I would eat hake and like it. I thought I would never see birds again after my blue budgie died. I never dreamed I'd attend weddings...