It Goes, Love Goes

Lives ruined by accusations Justice by the mob's expectations Innocence lost without question "What's happening to the world?" He asked crying in desperation Heartless few spewing propaganda

It was the summer of 2020 and as usual Brooklyn was hot as hell. According to Ada, her apartment was the center of the inferno. After a hectic day's job, she was back home, to her apvartment, and was already

It was the summer of 2020 and as usual Brooklyn was hot as hell. According to Ada, her apartment was the center of the inferno. After a hectic day's job, she was back home, to her apvartment, and was already

"...the company is said to be specifically focused on using cryptocurrency specifically for facilitating payments on the platform, something that could be a pretty dramatic shift given Facebook’s

I Want To Create A Fantasy, PS there's more...

It was the summer of 2020 and as usual Brooklyn was hot as hell. According to Ada, her apartment was the center of the inferno. After a hectic day's job, she was back home, to her apvartment, and was already

Not My Golden Robe Can I break my days to the time when the sight of a pineapple was strong enough to shake me from any crippling despair... ? When life was school, play and school... and "Sundays"

It was the summer of 2020 and as usual Brooklyn was hot as hell. According to Ada, her apartment was the center of the inferno. After a hectic day's job, she was back home, to her apvartment, and was already

It was the summer of 2020 and as usual Brooklyn was hot as hell. According to Ada, her apartment was the center of the inferno. After a hectic day's job, she was back home, to her apartment, and was already

Life, Rob Me If you Will (Part I) I say... I'm still a child; yet to learn how to play your game I say... Some days I learn I'm way naive than I measured the day before I say... My bones are green and

"Not My Golden Robe'' Can I break my days to the time when the sight of a pineapple was strong enough to shake me from any crippling despair... ? When life was school, play and school... and

"Not My Golden Robe'' Can I break my days to the time when the sight of a pineapple was strong enough to shake me from any crippling despair... ? When life was school, play and school... and

Anger

"Not My Golden Robe'' Can I break my days to the time when the sight of a pineapple was strong enough to shake me from any crippling despair... ? When life was school, play and school... and

Everybody looks at me with a shade of uncertainty; what will he become? Why's he behaving this way? How did he get here? Everybody is trying to know the cause of a problem they have no answer to; trying

Everybody looks at me with a shade of uncertainty; what will he become? Why's he behaving this way? How did he get here? Everybody is trying to know the cause of a problem they have no answer to; trying

I start to write this story for the greater endearment of knowing my mother; truly knowing my mother, not as the matriarchal protector as most African mothers tend to become or some fictitious invincible

I start to write this story for the greater endearment of knowing my mother; truly knowing my mother, not as the matriarchal protector as most African mothers tend to become or some fictitious invincible

I start to write this story for the greater endearment of knowing my mother; truly knowing my mother, not as the matriarchal protector as most African mothers tend to become or some fictitious invincible