It will never go or give up, It is a wanted resident Making its way to a

Merely is the bread, wine and your… Your countenance, Your eyes and t… It works in harmony its your sense… The weariness is the achievement m… Its the effort of your pain all be…

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 find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing

The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,

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

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

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

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,

My wishes—for all their dreams, I wish i could help, i wish i coul… The frost on the glass and hope fo… Not the stress but ease, and for t… To laugh at me when I wish;

many writes poetry now, many writes about life and they wi… were not alive but when they hears… they run and leave their shoes beh… many writes about love,