If body has sexSoul has poetry.

A man's freedom is dependent on how much his society has evolved.

To, Naive selfWe run, brimming with passionThen blame hope for our sore feet.

one of the fascinating traits of human kind is how we corrupt anything. which begs the question.Are we really the children of god or bastards of devil?look what we do to childhood innocence look what we do to a democracylook what we do to a helpless women, a tired man.look what we have done to religion, morality, diversity.look what we are doing to nature.humanity really!

Dear,HopeLet me stay tormented The fruit of sanity is forbidden I have fucked enough poetries to know how language Exaggerates, how it deceives

Love is a chameleon It changes, it adapts But sadly survives when you want it dead

one of the fascinating traits of human kind is how to corrupt anything. which begs the question. Are we really the children of god or bastards of devil?look what we do to childhood innocence look what we do to democracy look what we do to a helpless womenlook what we do a tired man, look what we have done to religion, morality, diversitylook what we are doing to nature. humanity really!

I am denied the usual path, usual phraseCarrying the same eyes in a cursed mazeI thrive in deep; I suffocate in shoresLaughter is not my medicine Sorrows are my whoresOpaque mirror my esoteric words every silence is forgiven As long as the wisdom holds

Dear daughter, Those who believe in fairy tales fall in love with monsters!