(2015)
Deception is a great feeling for Those who it pleases to lie; But truth is sacred and the Continual of all lies.
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
Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
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…
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,…
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,…
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
I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.
I don’t try too hard They can’t help Enough but loosen Their shacks and Jump down from their
I have Loved Less Since The last
Revisited I am revisiting my younger mind, A mind of an old warrior holding o… Spares and arrows, A mind of many endured monks chant…
A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
Even if the devil whispers are lou… Can you alter his ego around? May you not kneel or lie or squat… Munificence alarm, Can you tell me what he looks like…