Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
Why?
Why is it that I see from the eyes
of the homeless,
of wants and needs,
in a land of plenty.
Maybe some were
middle class, and others have nots,
values of the American dream were
over inflated the value for some,
empty….
Or maybe an desperate need
of freedom from society.
I don’t know, but their numbers
are growing.
Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry. View more posts
Liferaft in the Abyss