Bleeding of my ink is a cure to

someone’s house, the clouds

wrap themselves with water,

and not burst on their weight.

When they are pregnant with

rain wet is the land, may your

burden be released and your tear’s

of years be dried out:

After heavy rains there may be

a rainbow that resembles the

beauty of nature; as beautiful

and handsome as you are.

Bleeding of my ink is a cure to

someone’s house: my solitudes

spares solutions to conclusions;

through man made temptations.

Be brave enough to let pain take

it’s cause, so you may be fully

healed.

You have to be a fool beyond pain!

and silent before your enemies, so

your life may be preserved from the

scorners and your persecutors.

It is their delicious meal to see you

hurting and miserable; believe you

me there’s a vindicator.

My truth groom’s and saves, so

does it deliver healing beyond my

perimeters, mysoul delivers hope,

and her best friend courage.

Best believe in righteousness,

and let your creator put a smile

on your face.

keep on smiling and cheering

therein.