I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
Well i am stucked Here and I am Not the wisest I should have cut Loose before now.
Life is nothing but misery, Every dimension you may prefer Is not enough space for you to bre… Life is wonderful, Live it as you wish and live it
I have learned from so many arts And little art had learned from me… I have gazed at so many light And few lights had gazed at me, I have seek and wander for too lon…
if you don’t want to do anything but reading, read loud if you don’t want to read and maybe all you want is to eat, eat now,
The love I once felt was invincib… yet soothing. beyond consciousness yet understood. The simplicity of the love was ast…
Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts
Oh God What would Do Without My hands,
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
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…
Of one you once loved with fetish heart Of one you once cared With all you had Of one you once prayed
As knowledge will enrich its own s… For so many comfort peace Will make aware, For so many sheet our bed Will yearn, for so many seeds
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
Why are they dressed in red and wh… A black long fur facing towards th… A gold button parting the blood an… Misery of their own existence, and… To please; they are slow nature of…
