I have written
More love
Poems than
A conductor
Would ever

All i see is vain
The vain of a callous step father
The vain of two truthful drunks
The vain of a petty elder lady
The vain of a mosque shoe thieves

Tell me the verse this may be
And let all lye in thoughts
Of what you or i may get
Or beg out of life,
Life of deceits and a freshly new

Take a look at the road where we a
My future, your future, our future
When the time comes
How will we all contain in our own
How will the world see our own shi

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

If you ever thought of a girl
perhaps wasted anytime with someon
Or no one.
If you ever walk with loud manly
Conversation with your friend

Love is
The easiest
Subject
To write
About Because

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

How does he speak?
With his mouth or his body
Or with help or no help, with
His crew but he dare not own a boa
For a boat would majestically

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;