Roaming long hallwaysSearching for old, shredded smilesFinding brown anguish By Amaury

Always hiding, never stillA silent moon behind a hillFull of passion and delightKnows full well it owns the night By Amaury

Just like thatIt was lostMonths devoured Disintegrated Because Builder’s couldn't Atone for anyMissing bricks By Amaury Genao

Here we are againrocking left to rightriding on the old trembling railswatching sweaty strap-hangersscurry for personal purse spacefamiliar noise cancelling tunesplaying in my earsas I sit, hopingthe doors open upsomewhere new By Amaury

Big blue's here Open court available It's our wall Rock, paper, scissors You serve first Bounce, slap, long Backhand, smack, screech Swoosh, my point Slice, run, carry Another point me Ace, down more Short, then kill Hook, lob, roller It hit crack Fine take two Cut, chop, block Fist, score it Pop, move, flag Reset, … Continue reading M.S. hand Ball

An old poem, given a few updates.

Imagine joy and jubilation Dream of life and living Form affection and admiration Awaken in Atlantis By Amaury