He who is melies braided with truthtruth braided with lies.Pure lies. Pure truths.Some slip out by accident,others I spit out with intent. Fear of rejection, fear of consequence,forges young men into the unbecomingswindlers and jesters,apprentices who outgrow honestyand master deception instead. Lies upon lies stack like scaffolding,and nothing feels realyet it is.It stands. It breathes.…

A smile she comes with, faded and dazed, Perhaps right now, with a sombre tear. Carpe diem Solitude and poetry I hold most dearly, Bird chirps, life is better I really trid the long day wanes, feelings of Pluto, If only i mastered the courage.

It moves, gentle yet fierce, With wings it feeds With gills it keeps, The yellow guy sets Golden of dawn we see, A lone man’s gaze Classical music in his ears Paganini’s best ( 24 caprices ) A couple bonds on the right One breaks across Love at first sight, 6 o’clock The lone man…

In quiet moments, my heart aches For love that’s real, but paths we take Your smile, a light I’ll never hold A story left, in silence told. I see your joy. your eyes so bright, In another’s arms, a distant sight, I cherish words we’ll never speak, In shadows where our hearts may meet. You…

she is ineffable, a quiet grace, A whispered thought, in a crowded place, Words fall short, mere shadows cast, Against her presence, vast and vast. Her essence lingers, undefined, A secret woven through the mind In all that’s known, there’s still unknown, She is a world of her own.

In the guiet chambers of my heart,A rhythmic pulse begins to start,Guided by the muse’s song,Where words and whispers all belong. Within my ribs, a world does bloom,A sanctuary amidst the gloom,Verses crafted with tender care,Love’s essence lingers everywhere Each beat a stanza, each breath a line,In this poetic heart of mine,For love and muses…

Pure malice, I carry down the sea’s path he buries Left and right the circle of life who am I, the forsaken one ??? All according to fate’s line, Nature’s curse, body of frail A question he asked, How is hell ? A dead poet wonders.

No hand to hold, yet love still grows, In morning light and twilight’s glow, In whispered winds and ocean’s tide, It walks with you, right by your side. Not just in roses, red and bright, But in your soul’s own gentle light. so cherish now, embrace the free, For love will come, just let it…

A land where the sun kisses the earth, Where ancient winds weave through trees, singing songs of timeless seas, a cradle of life, where rivers snake. Ask not where these roots may cling, But feel the spirit my words bring, for home is not a place, you see, it’s the rhythm of life that beats…

In the mirror, I see no remorse, eyes unblinking, cold as stone, Each lie, each theft, a mark on the soul, A path walked by the damned alone. I wonder if redemption calls, To a heart too numb to heed the sound, or if my fate is sealed in the silence, where inner demons forever…