Never
Count your
Work
Because
Your

I love
Everything
That will
Make
Me

A fool i was to rest on beauty,
To lean my back on gratitude,
On just a sight and nothing but
Just a sight of what i cannot
Do nothing but please.

Love for thee are naught,
For every tears and every
Pain love claimed will rot,
Love to thee will glance no noon,
For my heart will gently gain numb

This could
Be
Magic
Only if
You

Curiousity is a hell of a drug
The reason why you open your eyes
The morning and
The reason why you shut it at nigh

I have spread the sheet to my bed
Now that there is no more experien
Now there is no more poetry, and n
There is nothing new to write abou
Under the sun or far away from bey

A bird with a flightless wings
That is what her love brings
When clock can tick no more
Like a naked eye of a devils core.
With a shame your rebel foresee

I have learned from so many arts
And little art had learned from me
I have gazed at so many light
And few lights had gazed at me,
I have seek and wander for too lon

A heart that flee out of her chest
And the bottom of smiles bewilderi
From her crest; for beauty is her
Strength and her soft pink lips pa
Heaven in devil’s despair,

I cry blood
I cry a very dark red blood
I cry
I cry to read along the lines
I Cry a meaningless tear sometime

THE ADVENTUROUS THREE
by steven le poet
Play with the pebble or a rattlesn
Rattlesnake– rattlesnake
Play with the pebble or a rattlesn

Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye
Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks
Countenance cover’s it or lay stil
Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti
Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,

I still cannot see the way she wal
How her breast pawned towards the
Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking
With the earl grey gown i bought;
I pondered around like a deaf Ami

I do not write my poetry for no-on
And every dawn, i do not reason wh
—On about mystic my work chaperon
Mystic is me but with more time yo
You will break the mystery and lea

Take a look at the road where we a
My future, your future, our future
When the time comes
How will we all contain in our own
How will the world see our own shi

You should see the sketch of sorro
You should see the pain written in
You should try to dig what is hidd
Can you not see how her eyes are t
When her brows flinches up and dow

I think mostly
When there
Is no ink
No pen
Or when my

Oh God
What would
Do
Without
My hands,

To whom; who death might delight,
Put on your socks and your glass
And glimpse through a river
That breath gust of elite; gust of
Which you will miss gracefully

I read a lot of Bukwoski
Drunk
And spitting words on
Paper,
And a little of Oliver

glazing mortar, maze in order,
the rate of those reluctant
covers the least occupant,
laziness takes over the other work
but with your might and focus,

Only if i
Could have
Never
Learned a way
To arouse

I could read her sight for countle
I could gasp her breath in every f
I could make my heart a bargain
For her to freely blend,
Because in her smile angels sings,

I Am not a drinker
If not I would have claimed that
Bottles help me write.

I pride myself in the midst
of pain, pleasure
Brain and honesty.

Job is better done than undone
Weeks of hard earned cash; well de
Paying to seek love; for job its s
Aftermath of it all —time is a job
Brain is a job welldone,

Demons
I will bring out the demons in you
I will close the trenches and make
The demons feed in you
They will feel what it’s like for

Don’t fret
As long as you are still breathing
My words will never be short of br

I am
Incredibly
Lucky
Check me out
In few years

Sometimes i feel like
I have done it all
But maybe its not me
Its the silk that’s unwilling
To cover my feet.

May so be it
Life will be it
Love will also be it
Music will sing it
Rituals will be a part of it

If your head
Could think it
Your hand
Could surely
Write it.

I see fairness in death than man,
as death will show honesty to take
by gender, race, sexuality or rich
and he would ponder to hide
when life is so unfaithful to man

Morning by days not less or late
Her heart flutters and fail’d to b
I tossed her arms up and down,
Her arms dare to stay and it drop’
Her lips was wide, curve while her

Is that still you sitting on a bul
Or am i just dreaming, maybe
Not a bull after-all or is it a ho
Am i just whinnying,
Is that the end of the road