I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever
When change drown us deep, When red roses deceits to gain us… When bereaved our utter to reap, Myself and yourself will be mute n… Silence will repeat over and never…
Curiousity is a hell of a drug The reason why you open your eyes… The morning and The reason why you shut it at nigh…
Teenagers Take healthy risks, Read books Go on walks Watch the sunset
A night in the dark with the crick… Undefined moaning of flashy eyes c… The hatching of egg sound with pie… From a very tall stripped tree, The moon and the stars paints;
How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race
They lease my soul from me They pay with dime; with dime– Did my flesh buries far beneath to… Nor behold a light; who shall see… I bellow at thee who mourn or weep…
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
There are sweetness in his blazing… Admiration of kind mind that winds… So, why halt? when the symphony Of grasp still commence, I can see the shadow line of where
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
They are not bragging Or that many I could easily fish them out For now.
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…
Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…
All this Is Just A front Am
I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver