(2015)
I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
A crooked faith with the deepest w… Immortality of conception about li… Weakest pace, slowest race. Illegible notes with an unclear ma… Although its more revelation, appr…
There are sweetness in his blazing… Admiration of kind mind that winds… So, why halt? when the symphony Of grasp still commence, I can see the shadow line of where
I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever
I have convert this hobby to a job Because a job for me is joy and si… No standing whilst thinking and wr… I should be payed by you but I ca… But see that you have no job but s…
For life will fairly drench and We will with no option but famousl…
Rapidly does the spirit roam. Invisible to human And visible to the special ones, Sometimes you could sense Or feel the stroke when walking
When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming
The Only Normal Thing On
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
Love is The easiest Subject To write About Because
A simple choice is a great certain… For her own sacred delight, With love among all odds And transparency among every refle… With death above usual peace,
I have love life The same eversince: I have love the hard Spent days when money shows no favour,