The works of my hands will never endure The words of my mouth are even less sure Because my disease is one with no cure
So all I can do is share it with you Just you and me and our mortality
And damn it here I am smoking again Trying to burn off existential pain I guess but what a mess we both are in!
So baby maybe I just choose to sin A little to stay whole and save my soul
Brother in dusk down here waiting for dawn Homeboy in heartbreak as we reach for hope Hang on with me for awhile as we grope For some light until our darkness is gone
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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