[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Won’t you paint me again? Allow me the role of muse to rogue promises and swollen desire. Dotted reference to past passions quenched and dried on frames. Wide strokes to set romance and rehearsed hues of sentiment....

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] It is the most selfish gene The one that make us distinguishable Our uniqueness and special abilities We owe it all to its infinite mutations It is the most abundant and the most taken for granted, Paradoxically,...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I was cornered into showing myself to Light on weary papers, tattoos on Dead trees in mournful ink patterns. Leaves splattered in titles. Dreaded scripts of mourned youthful boasts drown a chorus of crowds at deep Dawn....

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I didn’t plan to wake up that morning. Wake up to life, to earth and all its inhabitants. But the warm kiss of the morning sun touched my cheeks And told me to wake up from my...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The quest to our humanity Is an open book test we’ve often failed A multiple choice test with all the answers known to us, But we still fail Yes, we’ve climbed down from the trees Only to...