A fool i was to rest on beauty,
To lean my back on gratitude,
On just a sight and nothing but
Just a sight of what i cannot
Do nothing but please.

I do not blend in with crowds
but with might i could desperately
In a pub filled with crowds; this
and in a rave filled with parks; t
but in an open space with one and

When change drown us deep,
When red roses deceits to gain us
When bereaved our utter to reap,
Myself and yourself will be mute n
Silence will repeat over and never

As may that it is, even though you
Philanderer,
Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c
With the hoard
Shouting in loud bars, even though

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

Love to a novice is sincerity and
And to an expert with trampled edg
Insanity at its deepest phase,
As discernment will love wisdom an
As richness will love power; love

I have read them enough to fill me
With tenderness; to sigh a relief
On my soul with heavenly mind,
Because now i could sight them far
As they would lease pleasure to me

You can’t get
Enough
Of words
Or enough
Of context

It will not make you rich
It doesn’t mean that you are speci
There are no extra powers
Only an effort will do
And you will never stop

My favorite
Kind of people
Are poets,
Writers
But I respect