Come back to Rome.
Come back to Rome. It’s blissful to see your hour glass figure walk away, but not this time. This season I fell short of your affection;...
Bottled Up
Bottled Up Sad, miserable, lonely, helpless In my own shell With no one caring, with no one Giving a damn I am on a crash course I am on...
Places.
Places Places everywhere. Places here and there. Places are placed. Placed are the places. Places within places. Places outside...
The Ballad of the Forbidden Fruit
The Ballad of the Forbidden Fruit Behold, first was a good seed. A good rich seed, Godly handpicked. Godly handpicked to be a special...
He
HE… He is a curse. He is not a case. Eleven to a One, He is the case to the curse. “Predators Prey” Poem written by: Dumisani Mukuchura ...
She
SHE… She sees. She has a third eye. She sees cosmic rainbows in deep black holes. She poured her all but all shackled her vision. ...
