the next breath is the last

ready to take off, ready to soarI’m tired of sighing, no longer lyinglaying in the waste, my soul is ready to flyall the money in the world, I still want morethe grass is greener when I’m stilllife is a choice, and I have free willI can see the birds poke their heads outsilently observing, fate […]

Ink and Irrelevance

Ink conveys neither life nor death Blood suggests neither man nor woman Breath itself tells me very little About who you are, and more importantly Why The object of this life we’ve been given Is not to accumulate or accomplish But to prepare and introspect On what’s been done, is happening And will be done, […]