(2015)
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,
You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
All I need Is for you To read Acknowledge Debate
I do no not know why they lie, I do not know why they all loathes… I do not know why they swore to lo… Not all of them, but most of them… —But don’t ever be like them, even…
The beautiful frame hung on the wa… With dust and dark paintings i rec… O, bring a white wipe So i can clean off the sadness bef… The teardrops of the picture in th…
A crooked faith with the deepest w… Immortality of conception about li… Weakest pace, slowest race. Illegible notes with an unclear ma… Although its more revelation, appr…
When a chapter of your life is at… every moment seems to bleed and every hands you shake will not mov… and every day is a million years a… every step seems not to take step
Of one you once loved with fetish heart Of one you once cared With all you had Of one you once prayed
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
I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.
O, ye the bright sky summon thee Before the crimson light forsake n… With the numb cloud morosely still… So does the teardrop– warmish will… Lightening’ a little or with a pi…
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…
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