I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…

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,

Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream

I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if

There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.

For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.

I will not be too Quick to put a label On something that might Last forever if we try.

I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not

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…

I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.

A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day  If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.

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