Surrender to the Days of Wretchedness

Oh my God, I almost lost grip of my consciousness, when I realized I just lost a potential boss, friend, and mentor.

Sad it really was....

I pray--peace, my condolences to those who lost, i am one for hunting those who gained...

wesley's back...

i thought i saw and sow fantastical--delights of the day--more than i ask for

no more frills, the chills are tomorrow's day

suppose no gods of righteousness moderates the cruelty and rashness of black--so nice, we neither open up nor come down...

Connectivity Unconventional

Here's my creed: Never will I step on bounded rocks that found what others lost.

In the middle I speak: Shall I go not to you--my sweet forever; when can shades of blue be cheerfully flamboyant?

Distant echoes of plights: Never and always--can I, of course I will.

Today in the mud, I sit and wait...

In the Haze

Warm is the freezing darkness of the night...
While I endeavor to begin,
I wanted to put a stop... to!

So much have been demanded control is no more,
and rethinking proves no help to restless minds
and wandering hearts.

Still, as I dwell to cope with survival,
I end up stagnant in circling circumstances
Like popsicle sticks rotting to chocolate cream...
And so I thought!