Even if the devil whispers are lou… Can you alter his ego around? May you not kneel or lie or squat… Munificence alarm, Can you tell me what he looks like…
In life we prepare for tomorrow no… Just like a judge, We mend or break hearts And just like a bad dream, We focus on waking up.
I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever
There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing
now i can see life better now i know the difference between life and death and now i know life is nothing but a box of cereals.
A drunk man once asked me Do you write? And I was like yeah I can put words together, He looked at the cup he was holdin…
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to 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,
I have read them enough to fill me With tenderness; to sigh a relief On my soul with heavenly mind, Because now i could sight them far… As they would lease pleasure to me…
I was born anew and i was born now… strongly at me with my tiny hands… ceased to cover my face, leer at all this creature lingerin… and delighted am free.
Now, have you seen? The black mane of a dark horse As it slithers and kiss the marble… Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an… On a starry night whispers its oat
Let grieve become incompetent For all boat should sail on roads, And mountain should bow to every Origin of loyalty and success our Story impose, life is a canal and
A full moon had shown tonight And its a dynamic of her own beaut… Her own smile and her own personal… What addition could tears bear whe… Feelings are idle and uncomprehend…
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
There are many ways To start a poem and many Words to start one with. There are many ways to create A life and many styles involved
