(2015)
They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still
For you to be reading this At this exact time Is not an honor It was meant to be.
I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
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…
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…
Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…
The chances Of me Acquiring Success Is the same
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,
What heart would whisper another Sense will hardly learn; and Wandering mind could cluster Indefinite at dark forests in angu… Of sight and vicious earthly being…
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
Is that still you sitting on a bul… Or am i just dreaming, maybe Not a bull after-all or is it a ho… Am i just whinnying, Is that the end of the road
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
How will love be glad on autumns r… love divine and love refined, love… love inclined, love infinite and l… love’s regard and love on guard, f… love as cold like a morning’s brea…
Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To
