Are colors spread far and not in pain,. Reaching wide through the sky. Brushing over trees of green. Where you use to climb, but had to say bye. To the blue, now locked by a key. Banned from a world that is truly wonderful. Stuck to a land of grey,. Where you give the thrills. And have none of your own,. No longer to soar, only for us. A Boy in the Lights. Born and raised in the lights. He never takes the time.

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Straightforward Poems for Straightforward People. A poem about the artmore hotel. I could never love a woman who does not write poems.

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In this just sleep,. Thanks for reading a poem born from an endless night filled with tosses and turns, and pillows and sheets refusing to give up their comfort, and that cheeky sleep teasing me from afar. If only I could quiet this old mind of mine.

I want to combine the aesthetics of the American Transcendentalists, the European Renaissance, and the Chinese pursuit of the arts as medicine. Look into the lives and practices of Renaissance Men.

To slip me a few bucks. These are all wonderful and uniqe Soma! Thanks for sharing your great mind and imagination. I adore your poetry and your music! Keep on Rockin On! Mar 01, 2013.