Poet's pride

Shakespeare's rhyme,
is the greatest of all time,
but my own works of art,
is a rain of diamonds in the heart.

THE SUICIDE NOTE

At dusk, I moarn
till the break of dawn
for love is gone
and I'm all alone

The end is here!

O' world of ills
let your heart retire
accord the theory
of mortality

May thou descend
from the ether
en' save his craft
from ailing ethos

Deliver thou devine
to ertenity
en' thou devious
to sheer argony

As it was revealed
by ancient prophets
it shall be revived
by modern poets

For ever, till then -
Amen.

Openning prayer

Blessed be my heart,
with fine works of art,
as I try to think,
for this paper that craves ink.