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…
I can play Different roles But there have To be no rules Or tears because
Sometimes i feel like I have done it all But maybe its not me Its the silk that’s unwilling To cover my feet.
A bird with a flightless wings That is what her love brings When clock can tick no more Like a naked eye of a devils core. With a shame your rebel foresee
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…
When change drown us deep, When red roses deceits to gain us… When bereaved our utter to reap, Myself and yourself will be mute n… Silence will repeat over and never…
You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
When you are wealthy: Many shall be your friends and Few shall be your fans and; All will be your death.
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.
Sometimes I take A Break From
Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To
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,