I don’t try too hard
They can’t help
Enough but loosen
Their shacks and
Jump down from their

Tell me the verse this may be
And let all lye in thoughts
Of what you or i may get
Or beg out of life,
Life of deceits and a freshly new

There are many usual things
On your mind when you have a mind
To worry,
There are many unusual aspect on y
Mind that are vulnerable, vivid

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,

There is nothing special
About being normal
If it be cheating,
Cheat
Or perhaps laughing, dancing

I have spread the sheet to my bed
Now that there is no more experien
Now there is no more poetry, and n
There is nothing new to write abou
Under the sun or far away from bey

I am done losing my sense to tired
Bidding my streak with holliness,
Conversing to the dawn in nakednes
Muting my ever so gracious talent
In every nightfall,

All i see is vain
The vain of a callous step father
The vain of two truthful drunks
The vain of a petty elder lady
The vain of a mosque shoe thieves

I love
Everything
That will
Make
Me

The delights of autumn,
the cats shivering and the birds
as silence as a morning morgue, th
that blows you backward and coldne
that knit deep into your dry skin,