This poem was written in 2005.
If I could make wishes come true, I would give all my wishes to you To lift you up, to give you wings, So you
You are an illusion. Nothing but illusion. Ignite each cell inside of me; A single thought about you – like music Soothes my soul as
Is it too much to wish for peace? For the world without violence We have become excessively obese With bigotry, with hate, with idleness. This
This poem was written last year, a few days after the murder of George Floyd. This poem is included in my chapbook “Inconsiderate Bastard”. All
Learning English comes with fun, Just stay with me, lets try this run. The letters ‘C’ and ‘K’ two peas in a pod Just like