I read a lot of Bukwoski
Drunk
And spitting words on
Paper,
And a little of Oliver

I see fairness in death than man,
as death will show honesty to take
by gender, race, sexuality or rich
and he would ponder to hide
when life is so unfaithful to man

You are beautiful
Regardless of what
Beauty means.

May so be it
Life will be it
Love will also be it
Music will sing it
Rituals will be a part of it

Art of loving is a complicated Ar
it must not be too Abundant or too
and Moderation is an hard option t

Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye
Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks
Countenance cover’s it or lay stil
Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti
Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,

There are many usual things
On your mind when you have a mind
To worry,
There are many unusual aspect on y
Mind that are vulnerable, vivid

How will thine love as handful,
is it as hate would make a flare?
Heart would be burned into dark as
But some will bare to inhale
The smell.

Life could spike your drink
Love could stab your heart
Feelings could blame your tears
Money could pay for less
Attraction could buy your sight

The truth in the midst of lies, th
Threat and stab; heart could never
The poor lies of filled wealth whi
In albatross of the world at will.
And to slip and bleed from a restf