Called me doll as an endearment,
I hear it as a fear meant,
To drag me back to you

If I could be on the brink, I’d be on the edge of you. ******* down from the high, height. Steepened with deepened strokes.

You draped this mantle round my shivering shoulders, tied it tightly to my neck. Kept the cold out and the anxiety in. You birthed a bouquet of depression, and you fill my vase every chance you get. Kept the cold out and the anxiety in. Bestowed upon me this token of toting your baggage around.

I judge you for your idols and superstitions,
But here I am, praying for you to love me. Hoping beyond hope if I zip my lips and sit on my fists you will

Willingly bill me for a kiss still lingering on your lips. Sweat stained sheets. I’d apologize if I had the guts, but I gave them to you.

The worst things last for 30 minutes
The best things last for 30 seconds
Life happens between those moments.

Meet me in the middle
Where the threads unwind and whittle
My spine weaves and squiggles
Symphony of sighs
You’re my relief

We all love a good story.
With a good ending,
What is going on today is not a story
It is the reality, of mad virology scientist

It’s hard to say it out loud without breaking in to pieces
It’s easier to live a lie,
however,the truth needs no translation
The poet became an unhappy Ambassador,
he believe in worldly- views:

Nothing is final to a poet eyes and ears
. But to a mad scientist: it say progressivism
To him man or language wasn’t created equally
Every poet should be responsible for his poetic language
while every scientist should be held responsible for his action.

As well as his emotion and excretion
either from the mouths, or from the other end
the smell, textures even the tones
as long as  the world  acknowledges
them as the Lever of things to come

it’s hard to say it out loud without breaking in to piece
where there is action they will be a reaction
Leadership money and power
is this what we are dying for


"Whoever keeps his mouth and his tongue
keeps his soul from troubles"