Word is force and reflection of fl… Words are bait to feelings and can… Word is a million word that makes… Words is like a shotgun and death… Words is a boxer short and a camel…
Many had played this game like a c… A mouse, we once played the game b… Drained and emotionally out of dep… The game hates to differ and knows… Fight for this game and be careles…
I am sure no one would read this I am very certain no sane being Will get the message. The message is very complicated bu… I will try my best to decode the s…
Now, have you seen? The black mane of a dark horse As it slithers and kiss the marble… Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an… On a starry night whispers its oat
They don’t Surprise me They live in a Different world Different city
I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,
When you Are young You Could Only
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
Words should be plain And simple But always jumping Down in style.
Heaven will be glad and passionate… for hell could not bare in comfort Of some delicate souls prayer woul… So will earth cruse blissfully una… that flesh will rot with clothes,…
There are sweetness in his blazing… Admiration of kind mind that winds… So, why halt? when the symphony Of grasp still commence, I can see the shadow line of where
My wishes—for all their dreams, I wish i could help, i wish i coul… The frost on the glass and hope fo… Not the stress but ease, and for t… To laugh at me when I wish;
We’d hope to say what they meant As we have seen them come and go Sprouting the heart of the lonely… Cruising the bell and towing the l… They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,…
