Choosing Life and Operating Happiness
Sunday morning …
Tut Yashar
I write poetry to keep myself sane. Also I like using my brain …
Poison dripping from a broken soul, I sucked it out to save you …
16 Bars
… “Go ahead and fly.”
… Kids meal.
A heart breaks, Crack. Let’s put it in a sack, And burry it out back …
… I chant a ballad to my dear, It’s my Opera’s grand premier …
… My one sided love simply cannot fit, Like OJ’s glove, So I must acquit …
… I am feeling a change in my clime, I flip my wings, migrate and hum …
… The lies of the past are not today’s truths …
You like red and my dress is blue …
… Accept myself as I am, lift my character with a love crane …