Life is More or less Like the paintings Of Vincent— Mysterious,
Leaving footprints Upon the seashore, There she was strolling With ‘er head bending down; Following ’er footprints
The world is full of lovers; But——Except on the tongue, We can find love nowhere. The world is full of scholars But——Except on the certificates,
FOR I HAVE TO ENERGIZE… I would be somewhat okay Or might be invalid, If I mapped “Mister ECZ” In your suffocating coordinates.
Clouds, Be the shape of my doxy As you became On the days of yester; Breeze,
Do love To the stone It will overt into God Do love To the river
Shoving All the expired dreams Inside the blazing hearth, I am shuffling Slowly and slowly
Gracy’s world and ECZ’s world Are diverged out of limit Now; The air ‘at palpate the jo of mine Will no more come to touch me; Innocent mind of mine
Never The words let me be lonely; Whether it’s the bleak fall Or the verdant spring, Always they circumambulate me.
On the canvas of blue She blooms an’ dances; In every five minutes She chang’d 'er appearance ; Making the world cold
Have you ever thought How my life would After you leave me?? It’s easy, For your lip To say “sorry”
I lie: Afore the beginnin’ of the… I lie throughout the day. I lie throughout the night. I lie even while dreaming . So I am a liar, a great liar.
Pain is the rain So don’t worry Ya’ll get yo’ beautiful life Again and again ; Once,
I, an insane lover Keep on counting stars ‘cause she request’d me To count all the stars Afore she left me;
I see words Floating on the rivers So I love siting aside of river; I see words On the every leaves