Moon

This time, more silvery, the moon called again

But truly,

All the paths I did try,

Didn't achieve

And some even sunk me 

To deeper depths

Am fade up

I gave up looking to greater heights

The edges and outskirts are painfully enough for me

                               OKWIR ELVIS LOUIS.

THAT POSE

 THAT POSE

I love that pose

Just before my fingers start the guitar

And when I make the first note 

I love the way you claim it

And drive it through the whirling wind 

That owes you it's beautiful curves

And when the beautiful sun rises 

I love the way your dancing shadow mingles with the Beach's sun

And when the yellow evening comes

I love the way this water waves applaud your dance in the light of the fireplace.

And I love this day, and I love this day

Broken Piano

 

Taller

 

DEMONS

 

Horor

DEMONS

I cried in my secret dreams

In the dead of the night

I solaced my foreign spirit

Which by depth

Had disintegrated like pursued ghosts

In despair, in desperations

And I cried out

In uncontrolled anger

And helpless confusion

Pain dragged me down

And I was alone! Alone!

Facing my fears alone

Fighting my demons

By: Amgk (Dove magazine, BCK) Hokwii.blogspot.com

Bob Marley,