This poem is to my Beautiful and Loving sisters.
Also to my Brothers whom Love others strongly.
The strength that you both have , the strength of a lion.
You have the outpouring Love like an waterfall.
The Love never cease , but continue everyday.
I have been Blessed by you whom write .
Beautifully every day some with great wisdom.
You speak out of the outpouring of your beautiful hearts.
You whom never cease to help others with your words.
Thank you my Fellow Knights and Ladies you are indeed special.

Spinning down the road, black asphalt
Bubbling in the sun, black tar
Filling up my lungs, North Star
Shining in the night, black sky
Telling of the void, make right
What you know is wrong, no fright
Demons come and go, clean strike
Severs to the bone, white knight
Standing next to God... But not quite though,

Working on and on, clocks ticking
Money on the run, paper burning
Time for me to go, no stopping
Grind my life with stone, mind sharpening
Ill take what's mine when owed.

Sleep when I am old, still counting
The years fly by in droves, doves flocking
Can't keep the dust or gold, worth nothing
Nor blood nor flesh nor bone...
But the spirit keeps walking...
On and on and on and on and on....

I haven't touched the buttons of my mom's dress...

...من تا به حال به دکمه های لباس مادرم دست نزدم

fade to black-
when all is sore.
fade to black,
renew the core!

Blunt
Smart
Razor
Sharp
Is my tongue.
Stick yours right there
One day
Words
Might
Come!