Poems from The poetic justice society
From where I am going...there are no tears...
From where I am going... there is no pain....
From where I am going... you cannot follow......
Focus and steady, you tried to aim your arrow
in a vivid warped which you intend to harrow.
The vile that guise reality is an illusion,...
In blazing red you stand so proud,
clinched by nature that made your shroud.
Fresh and crisp in folds divine,
breathtaking view glistens...
As I journey my path to the road of life
I cannot seemed to see the oxymoron belligerence of my deed
The world is a balance as the east...