They Say We Can’t Be Friends
No Matter How New The Trends
From Darkness Till Dawn
We?ll Keep Fighting On And On

The Sun May Turn Blue
A Broken Heart May Glue
But Our Chances In Friendship?
Are None In Few

I’m Pining, For Your Love Love Me
Some Thing Twists, Deep In Me, Midst Cramp
Then Often, Reappears Like Vamps
I Don’t Know: What Happens To Me?

My Eyes Get Wet And Then, Face Damps
I’m Pining, For Your Love Love Me
Hark! Cuckoo Called Her Spouse Sweetly
And, He Has, Just, Landed Near Her

Great Bosses Grant The Glory They Receive,
Offering Their Praise And Their Devotion.

On Them The Mantle Settles Like A Cloak
Designed To Shelter Lots Of Little Folk,

Ive Heard It All
So Dont Even Try
Ive Heard Every Twisted
Truth And Lie

Its Not My Fault
Theres Not Me To Blame
U Say U Didnt Say
But I Know What U Claim

A Green Leaf Turned Yellow
And Looked At The Greens Around
A Tall Wind Shook The Bough
And It Fell To The Ground

It Looked Above And Wondered
Why Was He Jerked Out
Then He Saw A Small Green Glean
In His Previous Favourite Spot

The Angel Cries.
Her Last Goodbye.
From Her Seat In The Sky.
She Spreads Her Wings And Flies.

The Bells They Ring.
Another Angel Gets Her Wings.
And The Heavens Sing.
Cuz A Little Girl Has Got Her Dream.

Laying Back In In The Grass

Watching Birds Fly Past

The Education I Discovered From Loved Ones Gone Home…
The Friendship And Bond
The Phone Calls And Meetings Of Recollection And Meaning
The Spirit Of Unity

Togetherness Tranquillity
The Fun And The Fame Of Our Times And Secrets That Remain
The Troubles And Strife’s That Became Humor In Life
The Hug And The Hold Of Arms With More Value Than Gold

I Have Seen The Power Of Your Poems
Those That
Make The Blind See
The Mute Finally Speaking About Beauty
The Deaf Hearing The Songs Of Love
And The Crippled Finally Dancing To The
Rhythm Of Your
Lines

I Am Amazed And So Convinced
About The Magic Of The Poems That You Wrote
When You Were Once Alive
Before They Buried You On A Shallow Grave
With Their Anger
And Hatred

Life’s Compulsion
Forces Me To Sit
In The Confines Of Four Walls
Surrounded By Heaps Of Papers.

Sunrise And Sunlight
Both Elude Me
My Life’s Cycle
Determined By Files Before Me.