Is that still you sitting on a bul
Or am i just dreaming, maybe
Not a bull after-all or is it a ho
Am i just whinnying,
Is that the end of the road

Goodbye You!
Goodbye to the willow-land and the
Where all the tears, emotions, bre
And deep fears are all shared.
Goodbye to the weary-trees, the la

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,

Life is nothing but misery,
Every dimension you may prefer
Is not enough space for you to bre
Life is wonderful,
Live it as you wish and live it

What horror have the earthly natur
How amuse are the fetish majors or
Mostly are the fault of the epipha
painted walls of idiocy and tears
I will be cautious to fetch the ro

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

poetry in my bones, just a little
plenty in my bones, it burns and
burns even when i try cleanse away
creativity in my bones,
i have love for other things;

now i can see life
better
now i know the difference between
life and death and now i know life
is nothing but a box of cereals.

Love to a novice is sincerity and
And to an expert with trampled edg
Insanity at its deepest phase,
As discernment will love wisdom an
As richness will love power; love

Oh, the moon should be cautious of
The moon should always glance to k
If i am still here, dressed or nak
With all of my conscious sins and
Witnesses; my eyes could blindly e