Dig a mass grave There will be A massacre tonight
My Favorite Strangers
My favorite people in this world I do not know For they are just kind strangers Who ask for nothing and will receive nothing Kind strangers With gentle eyes With genuine smiles Speak no words Strange strangers With blurred half-forgotten faces They brighten the day, without a thought bringing hope to the downtrodden... Continue Reading →
Haiku #77
Get lost in a crowd
Be just another number
With the public masse
What is Meaning
The faces blur together Until they are meaningless Maybe they never meant Anything to me -Kel Dayheart