When you are wealthy:
Many shall be your friends and
Few shall be your fans and;
All will be your death.

A small piece of metal
With a shinning light,
Visible yet warmth,
Seek the dark smoke
As it breaths

If i could love night more as my o
might and sleep next to night with
but just me and her blue iris sigh
her eyes that rest on beauty of
endless flourish flight, owls, dog

Never stay far away from me,
Even when am in distress, and my b
Can no longer bear; or swift with
And compassion strikes out only fo
Never stay far away from me,

I do not write my poetry for no-on
And every dawn, i do not reason wh
—On about mystic my work chaperon
Mystic is me but with more time yo
You will break the mystery and lea

This should not be stilled,
The rat and the fox should not be
The wind should not stop blowing
Hearts should never be stopped bre
But doc philip needs to stop swear

The blind goose with a solemn hear
White, pure and goes on and on and
But without the trails of the rest
All she ever sees was darkness,
Darkness –this long parable and na

I do
This to save
Me from
Insanity And
Importantly

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

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,