Poetry Laments Her Society
The Hunger, The War, The Eclectic In ‘Peace Of War’
Poetry Laments Our Leaders:
The Corruption, Digression, Recession From ‘Grace To Grass’,
‘Oil To Water’
Poetry Predicts A Fall, The Rise, And Many More
Of Sudden Deaths!
Poetry Isn’t Eulogies On Octaves, But Torment
On Rotten V.I.P Graves!
Poetry Itself, Is My Hurricane To A ‘Southern Repression’
Unsung
Poetry, Is Performance Of Fire, In Spoken And Written Words

Symbol Of Mine
Acres Of Love, Abound
Acres Enthroned, Enthralled, And Perturbed.
Nonetheless,
A Heart Is Mined,
A Heart, Well Crowned

Love Or Bored
Peace Or War
Rust Of Lust
Let Me Know

A Sun Tears In Clamorous Rays,
Declining Comfort Of Man, In Summits Of Life
A Sun Whispers Now And Again,
Evoking Canonical Melodies, Human Shrieks,
And A Summit To Global Crisis

Have I Found A Place Called Home?
Is There A Whisper After Every Tunnel?
Do I Deserve As Much, Or Little Than I Get?
Have I Any Clue Of Love, Or Thought Of Lust?
Do I Have A Life To Cry, Or Pride After?
Is There A Decision Of Life, Or Pains Hereafter? Is There?
Do I Have A Reason To Fly-By, And Put My Soul At Ease?
Have I Anything That’s Truly Mine?
How Did I Ever Feel This Love