Extracts,
The poet’s blood
And writes with it,
There is nothing
Fake there,
There is no other
Way to write!
You must leave,
Part of you,
Part of your life
Right there
In every written
Fiery, Dazzling
Flare!
Extracts,
The poet’s blood
And writes with it,
There is nothing
Fake there,
There is no other
Way to write!
You must leave,
Part of you,
Part of your life
Right there
In every written
Fiery, Dazzling
Flare!
And if you dare tell Them,All you get is stares.
A branch fell down,And broke my crown,Then Jack and Jill,Came up the hill,And asked why am I me,What the heck can all this be?Precursor of Insanity?
And all seems to fall apart,It’s your love that keeps me going,The only light within my heart.
That knows that Life,Is really, not what it seems.
Path to Glory,The most beautiful,Of All of Life’s Story.
His Soul,No other Love,Was sweeter thanThis all embracing,Call.