You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
I have dreams that I have lived And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace
Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary
Never forget To Do Your own Thing
Ann know your moors As people call it anonymous. I love having a special power A super power An uneven power
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!
They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still
A simple choice is a great certain… For her own sacred delight, With love among all odds And transparency among every refle… With death above usual peace,
Heaven will be glad and passionate… for hell could not bare in comfort Of some delicate souls prayer woul… So will earth cruse blissfully una… that flesh will rot with clothes,…
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
I cry blood I cry a very dark red blood I cry I cry to read along the lines I Cry a meaningless tear sometime…
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.
