(2015)
I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts
Never Count your Work Because Your
Sometimes i feel like I have done it all But maybe its not me Its the silk that’s unwilling To cover my feet.
It will never go or give up, It is a wanted resident Making its way to a
When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming
I write when am lonely When the world is at its Wicked peak, I write when am scared When the thunder is kissing
Play me a love music Shut all the blinds And I will write the world for yo…
I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.
O, ye the bright sky summon thee Before the crimson light forsake n… With the numb cloud morosely still… So does the teardrop– warmish will… Lightening’ a little or with a pi…
All this Is Just A front Am
glazing mortar, maze in order, the rate of those reluctant covers the least occupant, laziness takes over the other work… but with your might and focus,
Under the stripped trees in a pear… Winter, there i found a white blos… Dropped in a muffled sound-like And it formed A surface,
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
Rapidly does the spirit roam. Invisible to human And visible to the special ones, Sometimes you could sense Or feel the stroke when walking