Hi there. Thanks for the peek. Just wanted you to know that I recently published a book of verse, it's on Amazon at the following link. If you like my work you may get it from there. Thanks Book is titled "Opening Crescendo" it's available @ amazon.com @ the following link https://a.co/d/fFr3Kmq This is a piece ......... for Jarrod (who inspired me to write this) :- Winter comes and darkness lingers, and in the coldness, my body tingles, as I point sunward frozen fingers, for I need em to write dammed jingles, that are usually sung by awful singers, for what matters here is dough not weather! and with it I'll go buy some cozy heather, for all my good deeds I threw in the river, yet alone on it's banks now I stand and shiver, and then in the darkness I finally see, none of my lecherous f's deserved me! •°•°•°•° Poem by A. Z. Dada °•°•°•°• Spoken Broken Words:- All is well in my world, that's what I tell myself, little white lies to pass the day, while the sorrows of love are at play, like the dust of days gone by, the elixir of my life! These tears now flow, for they could not be turned to pearls, by my busted shell of a heart, for man's capacity to bear, has been as per his estimates of the courage of his being, since time immemorial, and so the drops that surface from behind my lashes now, are those I could not congeal to gems of any worth, and so they now drip away with my salts alas! Carrying em all away, mayhaps to aqua-fy pastures anew, or so I console myself, while fearing all the while that they may end up in the gutters that abound this chaos that is my city; but such are the vagaries of time, and who knows maybe the next blade of grassy weed i see peaking from under a broken cobble stone, might have received some moisture from my poor salties lost! I just hope they are toxic enough, to make it sturdy enough, to bear the burden of life, for it's tough out there, in the sun and the wind, and amongst the boots of folks too busy with their own desires, to worry much about what they trample underfoot, but yet all hope is not lost I hope, because all is as well as it is and mayhaps my passions will yield results one day dada; ... one hopes while one strives, despite the paucity of time, and I think it's okay if I couldn't do it in perfect meter or rhyme, so I guess, I'll call this piece, spoken broken words! •°•°•° poem by A Z Dada °•°•°•