For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
A relationship without love is lik… Disco of sex, a music, a carpeted… And army of glitzy light of nothin… But a waste of one’s effort to suc… Perhaps love is easy to frisk
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
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…
Every forsaken days of the week, Every unfortunate month of the yea… I would arose from my own rest, lo… And i would sum the seconds, minut… To my rise or prime to my fall.
At first, when the wind blows and… Dims and when the cock crows aloud… Your conscience leaps and with you… With your sour-lips and a curved h… Either your breath stinks or not,
glazing mortar, maze in order, the rate of those reluctant covers the least occupant, laziness takes over the other work… but with your might and focus,
I love Everything That will Make Me
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
I walk Through This pattern Because This is
The chances Of me Acquiring Success Is the same
A full moon had shown tonight And its a dynamic of her own beaut… Her own smile and her own personal… What addition could tears bear whe… Feelings are idle and uncomprehend…
