My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect

A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths

Deception is a great feeling for Those who it pleases to lie; But truth is sacred and the Continual of all lies.

I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever

O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops

A heart that flee out of her chest… And the bottom of smiles bewilderi… From her crest; for beauty is her… Strength and her soft pink lips pa… Heaven in devil’s despair,

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,

I will not be too Quick to put a label On something that might Last forever if we try.

There is just only One thing Separating

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,

To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,

Let me not seek before my faith is… When the buds are trimmed for love… Not for unusual traits or heart wr… And not for solidarity to beg or r… Some debt; which my heart will dec…