Mr T. Mandie Speaks

Under a cloud of mystery Where signs of tomorrow Seem to tango with the ghost of yesterday. Breathing A task for kings and queen...

 Coming in a full circle The end has always been Where it began Having been created out of clay Only to return to clay Crawled to adulthood ...

 In my defense I've lost count, on how love Should dress, redress itself. For I first fell in it & never came back When the rivers h...

 Obsessing Over little things To gain bigger things Got me twisted in this rude irony Where happiness is the future Built upon today's s...

  Photo by  Steve Johnson  from  Pexels Packing up all the words My world have been a flick on a pen Bled out at every tear drop Another sto...

Photo by  Edward Eyer  from  Pexels  Sniffing love out of lust Hands bound to the last call Happiness hidden in hellos Sounding like goodbye...

Photo by  Guilherme Almeida  from  Pexels   All, we cared about Was painting a picture. A picture perfect Yet our imperfections Always bubbl...