Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts

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…

Pretend to sleep tight and secretl… bare interest so if light will dec… aware and if the night will yawn w… are famously put to rest.

From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a

Sometimes I take A Break From

They lived and seed in light and d… Forsooth the great wall demise the… Oh no! the casts and judges are p… Although the reaction to the dark… The visual of their face goes blan…

The Only Normal Thing On

Turn my words to dust Turn from dust to dust Play my favourite type of blues Paint it from blue to blues Pour me a bottle of wine

I find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing

Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,

I can’t Promise you Heaven But we will Be

I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,

Only if i Could have Never Learned a way To arouse

Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me