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Can one return from the unknown knowing? For it’s a journey unto self.

I am no more the man I was time took care of that and so I sit on a throne of someone’s memory

The world now is only a shadow of its formal self and yet I find I’m in the dark more often than not eclipsed by events that stop me l..

I was clearly misunderstood and my only choice was to act naturally amongst a small crowd before things got pretty ugly. I was found missing on..

The narrative form of a poem was demolished today by mind’s internal workings for redevelopment however the title was saved and in the s..

Emotionally invested love deposited cries return.

Act one, stage two. He who seeks to rule must take position when the seat is offered.

He who brings the thunderstorm may not give us rain.

The tendrils of time lead a mire mortal to his death in the promise….. more time. The grim reaper only a messenger sent to collect..

While circumnavigating the circumference of life I was ruled by circumstance sometimes circumstances.