There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
I will not be too Quick to put a label On something that might Last forever if we try.
We go from Dust to Dust Bones to Bones Cleared by air Bitten By Termites Sulked by rain
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye… Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks… Countenance cover’s it or lay stil… Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti… Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,…
Now, as you may have seen When old, young or when with Someone as days and weeks goes on, I do not know how our love is shap… I do not know what my coming will…
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
Life is nothing but misery, Every dimension you may prefer Is not enough space for you to bre… Life is wonderful, Live it as you wish and live it
There are two art of wisdom; we ea… One seem like a sting of success,… Is filled with the sponge, soap an… Wisdom by losing is a cup crafted… To drink, shower and weep in it; i…
You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.
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…
On love will you hate when time Waltz by unpleasantly and same Love will the lapping wave satisfy A couple of beauty praise. More love and pure strength will
Is that still you sitting on a bul… Or am i just dreaming, maybe Not a bull after-all or is it a ho… Am i just whinnying, Is that the end of the road
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.
