Identity
Frankenstein Audio Podcast Frenkenstein From Identity Poetry Collection The world is full of woe– everybody knows who they want to be but nobody knows who’s who; the world is full of hearts yet few are beating straight and true; the nose of Cruz the... 
Identity
Crazy, like God– everyone believes in me, yet everyone does not give a damn about whence I came, they all but hold a guarantee that I never leave. So sure so secure when they have me– coins in their pockets, a raging river with endless uproar a body melting towards... 
Identity
So stained a heart that is of man’s— right down, the soul, cold-blooded conscience struggling for the sun to reach its intimate core, but nothing seems to run in those veins of old; no sweat or blood— all seem under control; no tears to falter now— a heart as hard as... 
Identity
Sitting, daydreaming, flying to the endless boundaries of a silver screen— the world is all at hand waiting yet to be seen, and hearts are up and running— desire inside so keen to get by, day by day— the world is all at hand, yet what does that wide world mean?... 
Identity
You devour me with every look— eyes blazing in a desert glimpsing a fleeting mirage; no matter how my lips move you see them revolving, no matter where I sit my bottom’s the sun— you seek no other light; my legs are a crime so obvious to move left or right or hold... 
Identity
I was born yesterday in a hustle-free factory, a man was smoking carelessly on top of the gunpowder around the cases and me; fitting me inside is never an easy task yet it is never done manually anymore, nor does anyone tend to save on me— I am abundant like the sun,... 