Faith

I see there is fracture,
Deeper and in my interior,
It’s this soul I can’t behave,
Left me thinking a warrior

It’s this soul I can’t behave,
Left me inking a writer

When will I ever be,
Just as me to not go looking,
When do I stop to question,
Just as me to not be worried

It’s this soul I can’t behave,
Left me inking a writer

I dream to one day live,
Like I don’t do now to death,
I can ink it to my self,
My self will behave to this soul

This soul is me talking

Look at yesterday’s artwork

Flow

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!

Glow so dark and in the bright,
Let me see you burn to flight!
Will my people know to slow?
Will my people learn to know?

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Sars has taken on the scar!

Sars won’t bare no man of fool,
Fool will people to the stool!
Will my people know to slow?
Will my people learn to know?

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
If China comes, I’ll know to far!

China won’t spare no fool to lie,
Lie will people to just die!
Will my people know to slow?
Will my people learn to know?

Will my people learn to flow?