We go from Dust to Dust Bones to Bones Cleared by air Bitten By Termites Sulked by rain
A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
Rapidly does the spirit roam. Invisible to human And visible to the special ones, Sometimes you could sense Or feel the stroke when walking
Love me with no range; and never p… Through me, love me like a gate an… Cease to open me, love me like a m… Same and exact with no compromise. Love me peacefully like bodies dro…
All this Words looks Exactly the Same I bet
Tell me the verse this may be And let all lye in thoughts Of what you or i may get Or beg out of life, Life of deceits and a freshly new…
Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
Life is a maze and death Is the way out.
Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
What horror have the earthly natur… How amuse are the fetish majors or… Mostly are the fault of the epipha… painted walls of idiocy and tears… I will be cautious to fetch the ro…
Job is better done than undone Weeks of hard earned cash; well de… Paying to seek love; for job its s… Aftermath of it all —time is a job… Brain is a job welldone,
Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream
I walk Through This pattern Because This is
