I tend to do this unforgiving
method of maddness when it comes to writing
I'll start and stop, repeating onto new work
unfinishing the last.

incomplete as each piece may be,
the brain is scattered
lost and afraid, it'll never feel the same way.
connected to what new beginnings
may be.

Incorrigible hoarder of the useless and perishables
Fridge full of forgotten decay and unfinishing leftovers
A comforting illusion of plenty and unending riches
To which she nibble away, always leaving behind ten percent

..and so easy
was just to tease me
into readng the next
chapter.

I never thought the stories true
I could only read what was in you
and you wrote life so slow and
so very easy,.....

Listening to this heart that beats
make me want to jump the seats
and sit next to you,

what would you do then?

maybe make some little talk
let me take you for a walk,

what could we do then?

Forever we are
Limitless in the glory...
The beginning
Of his...
Unfinishing story....
We may hide from his truth
He has given before thee.....

My naji.
I see you in forever. Like waves upon sand.
The most and more we...
We offer our hand....
The more we find which
We dont understand....
And glory to God
Which bares forever the heavens.
Your plan is our blessing....
When man becomes man.
And we see forever in heaven
Mana from heavens
The joy of a lifetime.
Weapons of war broken.
Like shards of
Death in its life line.....
I ask of you god.
Forsake me never to fall from
His might i...
Could never sustain a loss like that in
Consecutive lifelines....