There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
It’s funny Dreams are funny They are just like mindset Altering your personal thoughts It’s funny how all you wanted
poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;
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,…
The sound-cloud with a silence act… White soft smoke with a bright Foamy art, The sound-cloud travels with light And circles in an area,
I do not write my poetry for no-on… And every dawn, i do not reason wh… —On about mystic my work chaperon… Mystic is me but with more time yo… You will break the mystery and lea…
I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.
How does he speak? With his mouth or his body Or with help or no help, with His crew but he dare not own a boa… For a boat would majestically
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…
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 will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
Look at me, lying on the sofa With the thought of money and fame And my waist-bones cringes Of the moves and roads and efforts… Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say…
How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race
