Poems from The Masked Poet
To loose such ties is something that I can’t explain.
Years of sadness, remorse, and pain,
has made my life into a game.
Its called...
The serpents eye is misleading,
evil, and never exceeding
Staring into the serpents eye
will make time fly bye
You’ll see yourself...
He glares from the corner,
an impression of horror.
He gets up to stand,
with a knife in his hand.
Dazed and confused,
he feels sad and...
This weary chime,
I fight with all the time,
or should I say voices,
that helps me make my choices.
Not fully a conscience,
but rather a...
During life you should be guile
and achieve your goal.
Be yourself and find your style.
Be kind and cleanse your soul
Share your life...