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

today make a trail for us to follow, eat like a poet so you would digest words think like a poet and never believe to be wrong, dress like a…

When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve

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

It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.

I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like

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

forever or never will thy bar crow… Or thy bell rung with town crier a… Nay, even if the tune or the bell… Covered in a well attacks?, no hum… Or slip into the well will be dece…

Word is force and reflection of fl… Words are bait to feelings and can… Word is a million word that makes… Words is like a shotgun and death… Words is a boxer short and a camel…

Job is better done than undone Weeks of hard earned cash; well de… Paying to seek love; for job its s… Aftermath of it all —time is a job… Brain is a job welldone,

You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context

I do no not know why they lie, I do not know why they all loathes… I do not know why they swore to lo… Not all of them, but most of them… —But don’t ever be like them, even…

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…