Why are some not afforded a life anymore? How is it that one deed makes every prior void? Why are some nothing anymore? Is there ever more to do? In every poem of mine I start it off with a question, and I end it in one. I do this ...

Perhaps so is life? The longer I look , the more I see. But how do one know to see? Where does the feeling come from? How does one acquire said feeling? Whatsoever do you speak of? Hope. The longer I look at the sky the more stars appear. Within ...

Is it a roof over thy head? What is it? No it cant be, is it the money in your account? What are you on about? No friend, what are you on about? What defines mankind? What so ever do you mean? We treat the poor, the unlucky and the ...