That POET

Its the art, Its the timing, All not a pleasure, All not a pain, Am stack in life, Death is my greatest dream. Wide brains, Thoughts enlarged, Like images, Like pictures, Wider pixel, Smaller vision. Think with your eyes clsoed, But what is the use when I can't see the thoughts, All that fills my world is dark, The light is miles ahead, Like a car, Am that engine with no oil, No hope, little faith, Pain, pleasure, Am chanting, Expecting response, I forgot its the brain, Oh God!!! No one was listening, I was passing my PLEASURE with PAIN.

Smile, times don't come easy, From hurt to great, Its still a feeling, Many feelings, many thoughts, Few conclusions. Times is money, And so is the brain, Noises and sounds, Cold and wind, Its just a feeling. Sad faces, happy moments, Scray thoughts, Wild dreams, little affection, Dreams of a world, Thoughts of a future, Rejection, pain, sadness, ambition, Crazy times, laughter, joy, happiness, fellowship. THEY ARE ALL FEELINGS.

Free Run, free throw, Like a game, The spirit is like for a free bird, No obstacles, No mistakes, No judgements, No defenses, A free world,, Free sight..... More of home not houses, Peace, humony, delight and hope.. One in crime, divided in prison, Will always be the motto, Alot may happen, Sticking together is always the plan, Criminals of togetherness, comfort in failer, Realisation is slow disease, That does not affect them all, Eyes of sharpness. When alone, Fear dones in, Nightmares of reality appear, Disappointment of truth discovered, No time, No turn back, Dancing to the tune of lonliness, No one wants to be alone. THEY ALL WANT TO BE IN A PEER.