It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
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…
Take a look at the road where we a… My future, your future, our future When the time comes How will we all contain in our own… How will the world see our own shi…
Only one great lake will a man exc… A boat, a paddle and a widely dark View will go past and fairer luck If one sees far as view will freel…
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
I was born anew and i was born now… strongly at me with my tiny hands… ceased to cover my face, leer at all this creature lingerin… and delighted am free.
I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever
Love for thee are naught, For every tears and every Pain love claimed will rot, Love to thee will glance no noon, For my heart will gently gain numb…
I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like
As may that it is, even though you… Philanderer, Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c… With the hoard Shouting in loud bars, even though…
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
Well i am stucked Here and I am Not the wisest I should have cut Loose before now.
All I need Is for you To read Acknowledge Debate
Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me
Only if i Could have Never Learned a way To arouse
