(2014)
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream
We dine and make living out of lie Yet, we failed to have feelings th… Sometimes we walk on the path of u… We drink with the straw but with m… We curse,
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
Read as light becomes brighter Dance like hell will never succeed Laugh as life becomes a feather Walk like pride will be dear to up… Stroll in your own certain majesty
All i see is vain The vain of a callous step father The vain of two truthful drunks The vain of a petty elder lady The vain of a mosque shoe thieves
Tell me the verse this may be And let all lye in thoughts Of what you or i may get Or beg out of life, Life of deceits and a freshly new…
Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me
Turn my words to dust Turn from dust to dust Play my favourite type of blues Paint it from blue to blues Pour me a bottle of wine
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
My luck changed when I found a qu… A parrot with a blue tail Golden feathers Pointy beak Very moist and incredibly tethered
Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…
I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver
Life is a maze and death Is the way out.
I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.