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

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

glazing mortar, maze in order,
the rate of those reluctant
covers the least occupant,
laziness takes over the other work
but with your might and focus,

Words should be plain
And simple
But always jumping
Down in style.

The chances
Of me
Acquiring
Success
Is the same

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

Close your eyes
What do you see?
Light Or darkness
They are as bad as
Each other, too

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

It’s better to just write it
The funny times when Jokes
Don’t make you laugh
When you laugh in hurt
Smile in pain

Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye
Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks
Countenance cover’s it or lay stil
Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti
Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,