You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.
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…
All beautiful things are made at n… the moon summons the stars to play… Jazz sounds better when it is play… The ocean streams louder and majes… At night fire burns proudly and vi…
I could read her sight for countle… I could gasp her breath in every f… I could make my heart a bargain For her to freely blend, Because in her smile angels sings,…
I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…
There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing
I can’t Promise you Heaven But we will Be
When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming
I feel like I have seen them all And buzzing around in black and wh… White socked into bleach of evils… They wish to break us all but With divine intervention we surpas…
How will thine love as handful, is it as hate would make a flare? Heart would be burned into dark as… But some will bare to inhale The smell.
May so be it Life will be it Love will also be it Music will sing it Rituals will be a part of it
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,
The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…
I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
