How can this really be happening? why not, just a quick slap on the wrist? Up at the stand, I have no justification yet, you
Tag: poet
Neat! NO ICE!!!
Hey! Pour me another my good man this time make sure that it’s neat, the first was watered down by ice I love to taste
easier than words
Brush to the oil paint, color to the canvas gracefully and magically making emptiness vanish. The visions in the mind manufacturing begins, regurgitation of essence
I can’t do this alone
Heck, for all the times, that my two eyes, had rolled into the back of my head, you’d think I’d see my thoughts pacing, or
It’s okay to shut up
Why be, if you cannot just be? why look, if you cannot see? why bother, if you do not care? keep your foot in your
What's Inside a Madman's Hat? 