There are many usual things On your mind when you have a mind To worry, There are many unusual aspect on y… Mind that are vulnerable, vivid
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
There are sweetness in his blazing… Admiration of kind mind that winds… So, why halt? when the symphony Of grasp still commence, I can see the shadow line of where
A fool i was to rest on beauty, To lean my back on gratitude, On just a sight and nothing but Just a sight of what i cannot Do nothing but please.
I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver
When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming
I still cannot see the way she wal… How her breast pawned towards the… Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking… With the earl grey gown i bought;… I pondered around like a deaf Ami…
I have learned from so many arts And little art had learned from me… I have gazed at so many light And few lights had gazed at me, I have seek and wander for too lon…
I know Something That could Do the Trick
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
Close your eyes What do you see? Light Or darkness They are as bad as Each other, too
It could be one way to live occupi… That is tacking every trousers in… Despise, and dressing every space… Empty space for sin to lose intere… In its options to form in your lif…
I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud