(2014)
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
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…
Turn my words to dust Turn from dust to dust Play my favourite type of blues Paint it from blue to blues Pour me a bottle of wine
What more can you ask for? A momentum memorial of my art you… Or a possibility of the future of… Through my words you will ever rem… I will leave the lake and the seas…
Word is force and reflection of fl… Words are bait to feelings and can… Word is a million word that makes… Words is like a shotgun and death… Words is a boxer short and a camel…
Everything can Be learned In this world Even prayer Can be taught
All this Words looks Exactly the Same I bet
My luck changed when I found a qu… A parrot with a blue tail Golden feathers Pointy beak Very moist and incredibly tethered
Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary
I do This to save Me from Insanity And Importantly
It’s funny Dreams are funny They are just like mindset Altering your personal thoughts It’s funny how all you wanted
Close your eyes What do you see? Light Or darkness They are as bad as Each other, too
Is that still you sitting on a bul… Or am i just dreaming, maybe Not a bull after-all or is it a ho… Am i just whinnying, Is that the end of the road
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
We dine and make living out of lie Yet, we failed to have feelings th… Sometimes we walk on the path of u… We drink with the straw but with m… We curse,