Heaven will be glad and passionate
for hell could not bare in comfort
Of some delicate souls prayer woul
So will earth cruse blissfully una
that flesh will rot with clothes,

Play me a love music
Shut all the blinds
And I will write the world for yo

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

I always
Knew she
Was going
To be hot
But not

Demons
I will bring out the demons in you
I will close the trenches and make
The demons feed in you
They will feel what it’s like for

From a writer
To a
Reader and
From a reader
To a

I still have
Enough fuel
To fill my
Thoughts
Because

I pride myself in the midst
of pain, pleasure
Brain and honesty.

Nothing is worth writing About
until something Is worth reading a

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