People, Things, and Life. Random thoughts, experiences, and wonderings mostly put into poetry. And tear stained eyes? Or is it this world. So that we can take pride. In our victory and prizes,. By the hands of hate,. But are always taken away by fate. Belonging to the world,. Instead of owning our life.

Passion with Action where Impetus Rules. How will the world sustain? Victory in defeat the war won by love. Every season flourishes with peace as justice clings to sanity. Loving a precious sweet perfume its aroma gives life. All the merry hearts sing with glee celebrating enduring compassion. If all the efforts remain in a raging sea the winds will carry off the cascading fury of delight.

A stumbling stream of conciousness.

You leave your own home with a concoction of anxiety of what is to come, and exhilaration for the endless possibilities you picture yourselves in at night just before going to sleep. You are sitting in your room, feeling goo.