Turn my words to dust Turn from dust to dust Play my favourite type of blues Paint it from blue to blues Pour me a bottle of wine

Only if i Could have Never Learned a way To arouse

Don’t fret As long as you are still breathing My words will never be short of br…

I cry blood I cry a very dark red blood I cry I cry to read along the lines I Cry a meaningless tear sometime…

It will not make you rich It doesn’t mean that you are speci… There are no extra powers Only an effort will do And you will never stop

I have love life The same eversince: I have love the hard Spent days when money shows no favour,

I Am not a drinker If not I would have claimed that Bottles help me write.

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…

I know Something That could Do the Trick

Give me love O you, as sacred heart Are hard to trust. Plunge my bones With humor

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,

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.