Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.
I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.
I have lost the taste for words I have blended with the world I have settled with the masses I have decided to colour it all. I have lost the taste for words
Turn my words to dust Turn from dust to dust Play my favourite type of blues Paint it from blue to blues Pour me a bottle of wine
They are not bragging Or that many I could easily fish them out For now.
The Only Normal Thing On
This should not be stilled, The rat and the fox should not be… The wind should not stop blowing Hearts should never be stopped bre… But doc philip needs to stop swear…
I have dreams that I have lived And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace
Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever
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
What heart would whisper another Sense will hardly learn; and Wandering mind could cluster Indefinite at dark forests in angu… Of sight and vicious earthly being…
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,