Is this life I seek
Is this purity I recall
Is this love I felt
Is this death I ordered
And If i could write them all,

I have love life
The same eversince:
I have love the hard
Spent days when money
shows no favour,

Words cannot say
How long i would love to live
Words be dear not to say
How much i would rather live to fi
Words better not say

I pride myself in the midst
of pain, pleasure
Brain and honesty.

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

Word is force and reflection of fl
Words are bait to feelings and can
Word is a million word that makes
Words is like a shotgun and death
Words is a boxer short and a camel

There is nothing special
About being normal
If it be cheating,
Cheat
Or perhaps laughing, dancing

Nothing is worth writing About
until something Is worth reading a

A full moon had shown tonight
And its a dynamic of her own beaut
Her own smile and her own personal
What addition could tears bear whe
Feelings are idle and uncomprehend

A simple choice is a great certain
For her own sacred delight,
With love among all odds
And transparency among every refle
With death above usual peace,