The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…
Is this it Is this love or desperation Is this how it feels to be dunked… Empty bowl My heart never really flutters
It’s better to just write it The funny times when Jokes Don’t make you laugh When you laugh in hurt Smile in pain
You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.
All I need Is for you To read Acknowledge Debate
A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
I do not write my poetry for no-on… And every dawn, i do not reason wh… —On about mystic my work chaperon… Mystic is me but with more time yo… You will break the mystery and lea…
A simple choice is a great certain… For her own sacred delight, With love among all odds And transparency among every refle… With death above usual peace,
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.
I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if
Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,
There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing
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 have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever