Showing posts from January, 2014

Singles Out

public call me street man
I am with no security.
here, I call home
here is where I roam
slick avenues and broken boulevards
newspapers are my daily warmth
brown squares sketch my worth
quilted smiles and sun-dried eyes
I, without no cups of scents
traces of half circles of replenishments
I am with no bread or butter.
with countless whips of society.
I thirst like Christ.
I thirst for Christ.


Eye N Sync

in shadow. me.
in light. me.
weekly contributions of SELF.
Follow Sun. Walk with Son.
timeless Growth.