Collection

Spoken Word

Poems written to be read aloud, with rhythm built into every line.

Be my puppet, be my clerk, shed your pride and be my guard.

How much can one be best of him, when all he thinks is 'only me'.

They fear his attitude, they fear his attribute — they run from the shame of being below the one.

All hope I lots, I will regain. All lost I find I will replace. All that I seek is peace of mind.