(2015)
I cry blood I cry a very dark red blood I cry I cry to read along the lines I Cry a meaningless tear sometime…
The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…
Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye… Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks… Countenance cover’s it or lay stil… Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti… Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,…
Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…
I have convert this hobby to a job Because a job for me is joy and si… No standing whilst thinking and wr… I should be payed by you but I ca… But see that you have no job but s…
When you are wealthy: Many shall be your friends and Few shall be your fans and; All will be your death.
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…
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
I love Everything That will Make Me
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…
Is this it Is this love or desperation Is this how it feels to be dunked… Empty bowl My heart never really flutters
Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you
Word me a river & Fetch me strengths Move me nearer And let us faint
Act amazed like it is done in plig… For all that winds care is comfort And delicate bid of sun ray slithe… Through the breast of a pregnant d… Act amazed like its done in plight…
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops