Look at me, lying on the sofa With the thought of money and fame And my waist-bones cringes Of the moves and roads and efforts… Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say…

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

They don’t Surprise me They live in a Different world Different city

Act amazed like it is done in plig… For all that winds care is comfort And delicate bid of sun ray slithe… Through the breast of a pregnant d… Act amazed like its done in plight…

I can’t Promise you Heaven But we will Be

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…

I have Loved Less Since The last

Sometimes I take A Break From

I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like

You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.

To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,

A drunk man once asked me Do you write? And I was like yeah I can put words together, He looked at the cup he was holdin…

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

many writes poetry now, many writes about life and they wi… were not alive but when they hears… they run and leave their shoes beh… many writes about love,