(2015)
I love Everything That will Make Me
Is this it Is this love or desperation Is this how it feels to be dunked… Empty bowl My heart never really flutters
There are many ways To start a poem and many Words to start one with. There are many ways to create A life and many styles involved
Revisited I am revisiting my younger mind, A mind of an old warrior holding o… Spares and arrows, A mind of many endured monks chant…
I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!
One will fail to believe, if not Seen or perceived, what solemnly; Another heart had muster Precariously, for intent or brief A talent titled grief.
Sometimes I take A Break From
I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver
It could be one way to live occupi… That is tacking every trousers in… Despise, and dressing every space… Empty space for sin to lose intere… In its options to form in your lif…
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
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
Deception is a great feeling for Those who it pleases to lie; But truth is sacred and the Continual of all lies.
Never forget To Do Your own Thing
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,
The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,