(2015)
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…
At first, when the wind blows and… Dims and when the cock crows aloud… Your conscience leaps and with you… With your sour-lips and a curved h… Either your breath stinks or not,
Many could milk a cow or Learn how to milk a cow and Still obliterate to cluster the st… One take in milking a cow, Multiple could shoot a rifle in ev…
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
My wishes—for all their dreams, I wish i could help, i wish i coul… The frost on the glass and hope fo… Not the stress but ease, and for t… To laugh at me when I wish;
Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,
Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream
I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,
Every forsaken days of the week, Every unfortunate month of the yea… I would arose from my own rest, lo… And i would sum the seconds, minut… To my rise or prime to my fall.
If i could love night more as my o… might and sleep next to night with… but just me and her blue iris sigh… her eyes that rest on beauty of endless flourish flight, owls, dog…
I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like
I have seen someone today The same one everyday The one who would chew with mouth… The one who would laugh to every o… The one who learned about love in…
The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…
I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…
Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…