Today is never as lifeless like da… Was meant to be; the woods are idl… And birds pestering a harmless tre… And the squirrels knitting fiercel… And different people walking throu…

I have dreams that I have lived And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace

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

Life is a maze and death Is the way out.

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

A very good piece, Writing a good poetry is like maki… Or trying to get to sleep as a kid… Or hearing an ice cream truck and There is no certainty that you wou…

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…

Everything can Be learned In this world Even prayer Can be taught

Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…

I find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing

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,

I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like

For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.

I know Something That could Do the Trick