It is to the known to know, And the unknown to dream You and me, We make closeted dreams. -Jeru
I want you to go out and live, to celebrate what you believe in. To learn the truth, and not learn, what others think is the truth. I want you to pray, to whom so ever you may please. I want you to visit the … Continue reading Letter to my little one.
I walk the streets, all by myself, Through the parks, shops and lovely homes. I see the families say their evening prayers. And Children cry in their baby beds. Everyone gathered to break bread, Their supper is served on kitchen shelves. I feel the need … Continue reading Foster.
Pray for you, Pray for me, Pray for those who need our prayers. Pray for the fighters, Pray for the warriors, Pray for those who succumb to bloodshed. Pray for mothers, Pray for fathers, Pray for those who have empty nursery beds. Pray for the … Continue reading Pray.
She had a dream of him not by her side. It seemed so real it felt so surreal. The illusive dream, the never ending one, She tossed and turned, for no one to cry on. It was the other day, for he looked away. The … Continue reading Dream.
I dreamed of this night with you, I had it all chalked out, A dinner, a date, a rendezvous A walk by the park before 2. You came in suited, eyes brighter than blue, So chivalrous were you, These flowers smelt so new This is … Continue reading Late Date.
From a dark home, To an empty soul. A hurt heart, Makes a writer gold. -Jeru