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…

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

These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white

For life will fairly drench and We will with no option but famousl…

O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops

It is just another dreary poem Her heart will forever endure and… As he felt no human rage or human… Felt no anger, love and care in hi… In silence he slumbered in his dee…

Sometimes i feel like I have done it all But maybe its not me Its the silk that’s unwilling To cover my feet.

The love I once felt was invincib… yet soothing. beyond consciousness yet understood. The simplicity of the love was ast…

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

I see fairness in death than man, as death will show honesty to take… by gender, race, sexuality or rich… and he would ponder to hide when life is so unfaithful to man

Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts

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,

Life is a maze and death Is the way out.

Oh God What would Do Without My hands,

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.

I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not

I wonder how i will feel when am o… Wonder if the words will still be… In my mind with no regrets, Wonder if my heart-beats are still… Wonder if the world will be cruel…

Why are they dressed in red and wh… A black long fur facing towards th… A gold button parting the blood an… Misery of their own existence, and… To please; they are slow nature of…

I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.

How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race

I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver

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

Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,

I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if

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;

There is just only One thing Separating Me and my Bad habits

I feel like I have seen them all And buzzing around in black and wh… White socked into bleach of evils… They wish to break us all but With divine intervention we surpas…

You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.

If I could sleep in my dream; Gazing lightly with my brow for a… When the snowy candles begins to w… I would sleep in peace for million… Knowing my sight will become blue…

What more can you ask for? A momentum memorial of my art you… Or a possibility of the future of… Through my words you will ever rem… I will leave the lake and the seas…

THE ADVENTUROUS THREE by steven le poet Play with the pebble or a rattlesn… Rattlesnake– rattlesnake Play with the pebble or a rattlesn…

I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.

If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.

They should learn how to talk, When they sees one another—just fo… They should dry the coals and bury… Like half of us, so strength shall… But before you were born by them,

On love will you hate when time Waltz by unpleasantly and same Love will the lapping wave satisfy A couple of beauty praise. More love and pure strength will

I can’t Promise you Heaven But we will Be

Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To

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…

The beautiful frame hung on the wa… With dust and dark paintings i rec… O, bring a white wipe So i can clean off the sadness bef… The teardrops of the picture in th…

All I need Is for you To read Acknowledge Debate

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…

I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever

The truth in the midst of lies, th… Threat and stab; heart could never… The poor lies of filled wealth whi… In albatross of the world at will. And to slip and bleed from a restf…

I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my

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…

All beautiful things are made at n… the moon summons the stars to play… Jazz sounds better when it is play… The ocean streams louder and majes… At night fire burns proudly and vi…

I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like

Love in a film, The boy meets the girl in a party Or in a school or the girl runs in… In a runway, with a slight awkward… They both connect instantly and li…

Have you thougt Beyond your world Where feelings Are mystery, Where there is no love