Season over soon
We will have beach to ourselves
Start up Bar-B-Que
Season over soon
We will have beach to ourselves
Start up Bar-B-Que
I’m a block of ice
That you pulverize
With your pick and sledgehammer
Walking to the edge
Overcome with emotion
She sat down and cried
Smoking my corn pipe
Sitting on the river bank
A fantastic life
Numerous do try
It’s about longevity
Have the discipline
The cauldron burns red
Hatred will devour soul
Torment on deathbed
Walking down alley
The man looks up to the moon
Screaming
We are fools
Without loyalty
No relationship
Will be able to endure
The executive
Was always top of his game
Then he lost his mind
Laying on the dunes
Looking up at the full moon
I begin to cry
Engulfed by his books
The Hermit scribbles his poems
Before it’s too late
Have you ever hurt
so much that you cannot breathe?
Why do we have hearts?
To control one’s life
A person needs to train the
mind to be relaxed
Winners have thick skin
Do not care what people think
March forward like horse
Being impartial
Is a luxury only
a few can afford
Ho Chi Minh City
Tight Jeans on a motorbike
How could he resist
His world had changed
There was nothing to offer
He just walked away
Sex is explosive
Then they discuss politics
Handcuffs always win
When doing battle
Block out all potential loss
Then mind will be clear
Barcelona Spain
The lady ripped my heart out
Then fed it to me
He once had it all
His life was so easy
Then
Everything was gone
The Sushi Master
Gracefully sharpens the knife
Perfection takes time
Port Au Prince Haiti
The Sorceress carved away
His apprehension
Turning ceiling fan
Writing in cheap Bangkok room
The heat consumes me
She craves the darkness
They always played together
Except for this time
Nighttime in Rio
The streets are full of intrigue
Her kiss was toxic
Eiheiji Temple
Meditating on cold floor
Candles burn slowly
The room is empty
No one is left to talk to
I turn off my mind