Her eyes hold the beauty of a dawning morning
Her smile the intensity of the sun
Her face the innocence of the moon
Her smile the infinity if the universe
She is Mother, And she is mine.

The lord is my shepherd,
I lack nothing
Though I be the black sheep of the herd,
I fear nothing.
Judgement, death, punishment,nothing
For God is my shepherd, I fear nothing.

You expected the worst from me,
So did i
You never expected such progress
Neither did I

The wine that intoxicates a poet
Are words served in cups called books
Served by stewards called poets.

          ............wine is served......... Drink as you deem fit................

The pens of our past
Writes the words of our future
In the books of our present
.............................somethingelse...............

Come see the world through my eyes
Come feel it through me

Here ugliness is more ugly than imagination
But beauty more beautiful than thoughts can be
Here bruises of the soul are a visible blue
For anyone who dares to look closely

You can feel the pain of the broken man
Standing where he lay and bled
Here a papercut is as bad as a gashing wound
But the blood is a brilliant red

Here life is rarely ever fair
You don't get what you give
But you welcome the disappointment with open arms everytime
For to feel is to live