I will not be too Quick to put a label On something that might Last forever if we try.
All this Is Just A front Am
How will love be glad on autumns r… love divine and love refined, love… love inclined, love infinite and l… love’s regard and love on guard, f… love as cold like a morning’s brea…
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured
Have you thougt Beyond your world Where feelings Are mystery, Where there is no love
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
I have dreams that I have lived And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace
I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver
This could Be Magic Only if You
Revisited I am revisiting my younger mind, A mind of an old warrior holding o… Spares and arrows, A mind of many endured monks chant…
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
if you don’t want to do anything but reading, read loud if you don’t want to read and maybe all you want is to eat, eat now,
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…