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,
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…
There are many ways To start a poem and many Words to start one with. There are many ways to create A life and many styles involved
Well i am stucked Here and I am Not the wisest I should have cut Loose before now.
Turn my words to dust Turn from dust to dust Play my favourite type of blues Paint it from blue to blues Pour me a bottle of wine
Now, have you seen? The black mane of a dark horse As it slithers and kiss the marble… Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an… On a starry night whispers its oat
I have dreams that I have lived And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
I have Loved Less Since The last
I do no not know why they lie, I do not know why they all loathes… I do not know why they swore to lo… Not all of them, but most of them… —But don’t ever be like them, even…
Revisited I am revisiting my younger mind, A mind of an old warrior holding o… Spares and arrows, A mind of many endured monks chant…
I can play Different roles But there have To be no rules Or tears because
Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you
You should see the sketch of sorro… You should see the pain written in… You should try to dig what is hidd… Can you not see how her eyes are t… When her brows flinches up and dow…