Sleep a bit more
And prolong the reel of the film
You were seeing on your wish screen
Or jump up from you bed
And run after
To shoot down your dream.
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I shall never tell what
or what you want tolisten. As I am not bornto agree to anythingin fact I do not agreeto myself, The rebelin me always strugglesto win for the defeatedor I am not alive to oilyour leg, I am ready todie to be a voice for thedumb, power for thepowerless, justice forthe weak and food forthe thoughtless,…
They came to listen but
Yet silently remembersHow to forgetWhere there is no reasonHow he can sitAnd reason outHe was ready to listenBut they did not tellWhy they opposedThere was no dark or doubtThe light was in his handYet they refusedThere is no reasonHow he can sitAnd reason outYet he leadsWithout wordsWhen he silently forgives
No one can stop this to turn into being a poem
As you know no sea refuses a riverAnd no river is found without banksSo poems are written upon the pangsAnd songs are sung for happiness and delightBut when I begin nothing I get rightSo i change the theme from light to darkNow the audience say it is really up to the markBut i slowly enter…
In the world of my dream
Won’t go and burn in the fire of hellinstead that mortal will have to reborn againWith feet of four or no foot at allBut to my surprise in this worldThe population keeps increasingThough the crime rate is too highSucking off the poets’ favorite theoryOf past life, rebirth and incarnation.
You do not understand before and after infinity,
it is too complex to comprehend, the cosmosremains beyond your control then how you dareto understand the part of those who is me, thesource of friction, the bone of contention betweenyou and me is that all of ‘ understanding ‘, the thickjelly of you among the hard bones always keep changingthe thoughts non- stop, your…
At this time
To rouse me like a nymphPlacing the tip of my lipsAt the soft ear lobes and breathe hotWhile you write love poemsKeeping your hands on your partsOr make you sink in hateLike the king Nero didAt the time when Rome was burningOr keep a piece of stone chipsUnder the tongue of this penAnd in front…