I'm a blond guy with a Mohawk and a little hoop earring in one ear.
I write poetry to help people. Anybody is welcome to use it for good.
In back-alley street
where every alley meets
in every corner of the world
everybody's popping pills.
...
Love is sign language,
it's not what you say,
or what you give,
it's how you act
...
Darkness falls down like a net
smothering those who've lost their breath
taking away their fading time
covering up their daylight
...
She was starving,
she was dying
stuck inside a nunnery
they wouldn't allow her
...
Kings sitting on top thrones of ivory
sheep with chunks of flesh missing
wool piled high in forgotten storerooms
overcome with greed but more by controlling them
...