I am doing
Good
For just
A bedroom
Writer

Give me love
O you, as sacred heart
Are hard to trust.
Plunge my bones
With humor

I always
Knew she
Was going
To be hot
But not

They lived and seed in light and d
Forsooth the great wall demise the
Oh no! the casts and judges are p
Although the reaction to the dark
The visual of their face goes blan

Is this life I seek
Is this purity I recall
Is this love I felt
Is this death I ordered
And If i could write them all,

The blind goose with a solemn hear
White, pure and goes on and on and
But without the trails of the rest
All she ever sees was darkness,
Darkness –this long parable and na

I was born anew and i was born now
strongly at me with my tiny hands
ceased to cover my face,
leer at all this creature lingerin
and delighted am free.

We’d hope to say what they meant
As we have seen them come and go
Sprouting the heart of the lonely
Cruising the bell and towing the l
They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,

Tomorrow is a pretense 
Which you have to consciously Bel

These are the real
Poets/writers
The ones with glasses and
Always taking pictures
In black/white