I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.

Oh God What would Do Without My hands,

There are many ways To start a poem and many Words to start one with. There are many ways to create A life and many styles involved

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

The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…

The chances Of me Acquiring Success Is the same

I have learned from so many arts And little art had learned from me… I have gazed at so many light And few lights had gazed at me, I have seek and wander for too lon…

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

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

A bird with a flightless wings That is what her love brings When clock can tick no more Like a naked eye of a devils core. With a shame your rebel foresee

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 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…

Curiousity is a hell of a drug The reason why you open your eyes… The morning and The reason why you shut it at nigh…