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

My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect

Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you

There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly

They should learn how to talk, When they sees one another—just fo… They should dry the coals and bury… Like half of us, so strength shall… But before you were born by them,

I will be a father soon I am excited and by his Grace com… I will take your first step with y… Blessing the heavens for a natures… I will love and cherish your exist…

today make a trail for us to follow, eat like a poet so you would digest words think like a poet and never believe to be wrong, dress like a…

They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still

O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops

I find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing

many writes poetry now, many writes about life and they wi… were not alive but when they hears… they run and leave their shoes beh… many writes about love,

A drunk man once asked me Do you write? And I was like yeah I can put words together, He looked at the cup he was holdin…

The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…