Posted in June 2019

Poem: He Who Tweets

Little bird chrips Up in his tree Thinking I hear But I don’t see He makes loud noise On branch he sits Though he is loud All he does is shit So, little bird Up in your tree Keep on chirping It doesn’t bother me ©2019 James Takeo

Poem: My Kingdom of Rust

My city is faded glory, Lit up every night, Flowers and rust remain here, In the morning light. Of all the things that could’ve been, And things that are yet to be, Happiness and sorrow, Are all the things I see. Dreams of what might have been, And of those yet to come, Inside and … Continue reading