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…
Don’t let my word make meaning to… Don’t let your sex makes differenc… Don’t let love decide the mood in… You might be, Don’t let time change the human in…
many writes poetry now, many writes about life and they wi… were not alive but when they hears… they run and leave their shoes beh… many writes about love,
I have learned about success and i will forever crave for, I have learned about life but Life will stay complicated to me, I have learned about women
O, ye the bright sky summon thee Before the crimson light forsake n… With the numb cloud morosely still… So does the teardrop– warmish will… Lightening’ a little or with a pi…
Oh God What would Do Without My hands,
I cry blood I cry a very dark red blood I cry I cry to read along the lines I Cry a meaningless tear sometime…
I Am not a drinker If not I would have claimed that Bottles help me write.
Rapidly does the spirit roam. Invisible to human And visible to the special ones, Sometimes you could sense Or feel the stroke when walking
One will fail to believe, if not Seen or perceived, what solemnly; Another heart had muster Precariously, for intent or brief A talent titled grief.
When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming
They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
I have lost the taste for words I have blended with the world I have settled with the masses I have decided to colour it all. I have lost the taste for words
Look left Look right There are inspirations Everywhere Discover yours.
