I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like
Sometimes i feel like I have done it all But maybe its not me Its the silk that’s unwilling To cover my feet.
I feel like I have seen them all And buzzing around in black and wh… White socked into bleach of evils… They wish to break us all but With divine intervention we surpas…
A destiny must do nothing but wand… In doubt of ones approval and jot, All that one as done and most of What one are yet to do; And surely stride will be exposed…
glazing mortar, maze in order, the rate of those reluctant covers the least occupant, laziness takes over the other work… but with your might and focus,
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…
You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.
Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…
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,…
Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me
I walk Through This pattern Because This is
They lease my soul from me They pay with dime; with dime– Did my flesh buries far beneath to… Nor behold a light; who shall see… I bellow at thee who mourn or weep…
At first, when the wind blows and… Dims and when the cock crows aloud… Your conscience leaps and with you… With your sour-lips and a curved h… Either your breath stinks or not,
