Oh God What would Do Without My hands,
The moon should be Cautious of us Because one day we will Be looking Down to her And She shall pledge to us
Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
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…
Love will have no manners Or conciousness to rebuke for, Because nothing dire will decend When eyes finds an obssession to f… Will it walk on rail and loose tra…
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…
Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
Play me a love music Shut all the blinds And I will write the world for yo…
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…
Don’t let my word make meaning to… Don’t let your sex makes differenc… Don’t let love decide the mood in… You might be, Don’t let time change the human in…
At first, when the wind blows and… Dims and when the cock crows aloud… Your conscience leaps and with you… With your sour-lips and a curved h… Either your breath stinks or not,
I do This to save Me from Insanity And Importantly
Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts
