For some life lasts a short while
but the memories it holds last forever
In solitude we give passionte
attention to our lives
to our memories
to the details around us.
Like the wind crying endlesly
through the universe
time carries away the names
and the deeds of conqueros and
commoners alike.
Amd all that we are, all that remains,
In the memories of those who cared.
We came this way for a brief moment.
We degenerate into hideous puppets,
haunted by the memory of the passions
of which we were much afraid, and the
exquisite temptations that we had not
the courage to yield to.
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Spoken Word and Songs (2013-2018)
PoetryA collection of songs and poems I have written over time, they have my collection of things I have written from 2013 to 2018, The newer things are within the second poetry book; Spoken word 2019 I will be making a new one once the new year rolls ov...
