Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured

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

I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not

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

A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day  If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.

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…

There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.

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…

Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream

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,

I have dreams that I have lived And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace