The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…
It is just another dreary poem Her heart will forever endure and… As he felt no human rage or human… Felt no anger, love and care in hi… In silence he slumbered in his dee…
Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary
As may that it is, even though you… Philanderer, Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c… With the hoard Shouting in loud bars, even though…
Now, have you seen? The black mane of a dark horse As it slithers and kiss the marble… Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an… On a starry night whispers its oat
All this Is Just A front Am
You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context
A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.
Word is force and reflection of fl… Words are bait to feelings and can… Word is a million word that makes… Words is like a shotgun and death… Words is a boxer short and a camel…
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts
Everything can Be learned In this world Even prayer Can be taught
Have you thougt Beyond your world Where feelings Are mystery, Where there is no love
When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve
Words should be plain And simple But always jumping Down in style.
