Just did... For as “how” and “now” mean as much as “who” or “why”... Ain’t no thief, stole nothing, Nor past, now or fate. If miserable, It apologises for the shabby self As it bid farewell
Dear stranger... I write thinking about the "If's" last night... So, let me say this:
I supposed a lot, I supposed a red and bleeding heart in your breath I supposed a lot of time in your unknown hands anda a warm land in your heart. Not a desetfort not a perfert iron existence not a grey veins. And my english is too bad, and my words so frayed and I need to say, I just play with them... - its not a poem. If was (look the "if" - and prefer the "and") If was nothing stolen talk to me, talk more about the absurd talk about the world were the "if" don't have existence ande were the truth miserable been are gone The farewell is cruel, harmful always is. So, don't leave, just live leaving your "persona".
Some day, now or yet, everlasting sunset is to come. Vilified may the night be, entangling memory to souls’ home.
Not a life, under the sky, is to escape. Yet those who seek shelter from time, entering are barehanded the tidal waves of rhyme, although fading doesn’t mean forsake.
Relentless is memory, can’t see if cannot be. Stranger’s riddle, shadowy, thus to thee.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9CVRkFzofw
What if you had less "what if" and more "just do"?
I'd be done...
Just do more now,
for someone you care, for yourself...
No matter how!
Dont't be a miserable thief
of the present.
Just did...
For as “how” and “now”
mean as much as “who” or “why”...
Ain’t no thief, stole nothing,
Nor past, now or fate.
If miserable,
It apologises
for the shabby self
As it bid farewell
Dear stranger...
I write thinking about the "If's" last night... So, let me say this:
I supposed a lot,
I supposed a red and bleeding heart in your breath
I supposed a lot of time in your unknown hands
anda a warm land in your heart.
Not a desetfort
not a perfert iron existence
not a grey veins.
And my english is too bad,
and my words so frayed
and I need to say, I just play with them...
- its not a poem.
If was (look the "if" - and prefer the "and")
If was nothing stolen
talk to me,
talk more about the absurd
talk about the world
were the "if" don't have existence
ande were the truth miserable been
are gone
The farewell is cruel, harmful
always is.
So, don't leave, just live
leaving your "persona".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M478e5NOZMw
Some day, now or yet,
everlasting sunset is to come.
Vilified may the night be,
entangling memory to souls’ home.
Not a life, under the sky, is to escape.
Yet those who seek shelter from time,
entering are barehanded the tidal waves of rhyme,
although fading doesn’t mean forsake.
Relentless is memory, can’t see if cannot be.
Stranger’s riddle, shadowy, thus to thee.
(:
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