forever or never will thy bar crow… Or thy bell rung with town crier a… Nay, even if the tune or the bell… Covered in a well attacks?, no hum… Or slip into the well will be dece…

I know Something That could Do the Trick

The Only Normal Thing On

I have convert this hobby to a job Because a job for me is joy and si… No standing whilst thinking and wr… I should be payed by you but I ca… But see that you have no job but s…

Of one you once loved with fetish heart Of one you once cared With all you had Of one you once prayed

The delights of autumn, the cats shivering and the birds as silence as a morning morgue, th… that blows you backward and coldne… that knit deep into your dry skin,

The famous cheats will had once em… The prostitutes will freely sleep… acknowledge poetry. The power of poetry is an unoffici… It can be used by a sweet talker,

I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my

Oh God What would Do Without My hands,

A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths

Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…

I will not be too Quick to put a label On something that might Last forever if we try.