O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
I could read her sight for countle… I could gasp her breath in every f… I could make my heart a bargain For her to freely blend, Because in her smile angels sings,…
I know Something That could Do the Trick
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…
Job is better done than undone Weeks of hard earned cash; well de… Paying to seek love; for job its s… Aftermath of it all —time is a job… Brain is a job welldone,
why do you take years in craving what can’t last?, perhaps a little bit trust may be… that angry gravy eyes you stare wi… burst in horror!,
Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…
For life will fairly drench and We will with no option but famousl…
Friends needs loyalty to stay Pain need time to fade Love need heart to claim Life need us to grow Money need trust to gain
Today is never as lifeless like da… Was meant to be; the woods are idl… And birds pestering a harmless tre… And the squirrels knitting fiercel… And different people walking throu…
They should learn how to talk, When they sees one another—just fo… They should dry the coals and bury… Like half of us, so strength shall… But before you were born by them,
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
I have love life The same eversince: I have love the hard Spent days when money shows no favour,
They lease my soul from me They pay with dime; with dime– Did my flesh buries far beneath to… Nor behold a light; who shall see… I bellow at thee who mourn or weep…