(2015)
poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;
Words cannot say How long i would love to live Words be dear not to say How much i would rather live to fi… Words better not say
I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever
I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.
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,…
The Only Normal Thing On
What do I see I see people talking about me I see them whispering and I think… I see them plotting I can hear my mothers warning in m…
How does he speak? With his mouth or his body Or with help or no help, with His crew but he dare not own a boa… For a boat would majestically
Life is a maze and death Is the way out.
Demons I will bring out the demons in you I will close the trenches and make The demons feed in you They will feel what it’s like for…
Have you thougt Beyond your world Where feelings Are mystery, Where there is no love
Look at me, lying on the sofa With the thought of money and fame And my waist-bones cringes Of the moves and roads and efforts… Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say…
now i can see life better now i know the difference between life and death and now i know life is nothing but a box of cereals.
I am A Different Person in Real life,
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,