Tales

Tales woven over the air
Tales woven in print
Tell you where and how to belong
And to stay there

Classy Love

Hearts and emotions
Fill each memory and motion

Fast moving; fast phased
Your world so hard to chase

Collecting Dust and Spite

Old and glamorous
The antique machine
Sits idle, and off
Unused in the warehouse
It possesses the long forgotten mating
Of form and function

Now

I OPEN my eyes, sleepiness’ still clinging
It was just another morning
I managed to get up, laziness’ still embracing
It was just another class.

The next morning didn’t have any difference at all
Just another day to breathe, another class to attend
But not until my eyes caught someone
They recognize you even before I did.