I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!

They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still

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

From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a

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,

Oh God What would Do Without My hands,

A part Of my head Is hurting A part that Needs to

Is this it Is this love or desperation Is this how it feels to be dunked… Empty bowl My heart never really flutters

I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like

They should learn how to talk, When they sees one another—just fo… They should dry the coals and bury… Like half of us, so strength shall… But before you were born by them,

Words should be plain And simple But always jumping Down in style.

Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…

There are two art of wisdom; we ea… One seem like a sting of success,… Is filled with the sponge, soap an… Wisdom by losing is a cup crafted… To drink, shower and weep in it; i…

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…

I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver