(2015)
All this Is Just A front Am
Life is a maze and death Is the way out.
Read as light becomes brighter Dance like hell will never succeed Laugh as life becomes a feather Walk like pride will be dear to up… Stroll in your own certain majesty
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
A relationship without love is lik… Disco of sex, a music, a carpeted… And army of glitzy light of nothin… But a waste of one’s effort to suc… Perhaps love is easy to frisk
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
Many years are so distance And i was secluded from too many y… But lately the days are so pleasan… And the moon blossom through her p… The sky is generously proud and ga…
Oh God What would Do Without My hands,
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
A full moon had shown tonight And its a dynamic of her own beaut… Her own smile and her own personal… What addition could tears bear whe… Feelings are idle and uncomprehend…
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,
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,
For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.
I have read them enough to fill me With tenderness; to sigh a relief On my soul with heavenly mind, Because now i could sight them far… As they would lease pleasure to me…
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer