Morning poem by steven Every forsaken days of the week, Every unfortunate month of the yea I would arose from my own rest, lo And i would sum the seconds, minut To my rise or prime to my fall. 1
In Time by steven We grow in time and by day we ripe But by hours our memory shrinks an Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl Our memory seems to please and
Dunked by steven Is this it Is this love or desperation Is this how it feels to be dunked Empty bowl My heart never really flutters
To Darlington by steven As i have reached the town, The town which i thought never exi The town; where two blocks are dro The town; where more stoned-houses And astonish sights of lands, lake 3
Moon by steven The moon should be Cautious of us Because one day we will Be looking Down to her And She shall pledge to us 1
Love - To A Novice by steven Love to a novice is sincerity and And to an expert with trampled edg Insanity at its deepest phase, As discernment will love wisdom an As richness will love power; love
Prayer At First by steven At first, when the wind blows and Dims and when the cock crows aloud Your conscience leaps and with you With your sour-lips and a curved h Either your breath stinks or not,