

My little ghostMy little ghost Loves the lemon jam in krispie kremes And no butter with his cinnamon toast Creates nostalgia like a little boy dreamsMy little ghost
The world may change on me But my little ghost dont hear things much these days Since he drowned in the arabian sea All he does is sing with empty praise
Pencil pictures pressed on walls behind No crayons I use to make him happy My little ghost is now colour blind The rainbows to him must be crappie
Lonely love, lonely love
I remember when he could kiss my smile Peaceful eyes of clouded blue like the sky a


SamuraiSo boundless I feel Rising the blade to the skies Clenching the handle to command the steel Parting ants of rigor with battle criesSamurai
I want to live in fire My fears raise the tiger to survive My talent demands the eagle to aspire Mankinds essence must thrive
To live by the sword Is for those who wish to move The dream to conquer the unexplored And kill to be the improved.


Esteban : Daylight RobberyBut who could love me when Im out of my mind? Would you love me if my poems of you all rhymed, Or if my thoughts never lingered around time?Esteban : Daylight Robbery
My fingers flicker over piano papers, Would the classics turn your heart to vapour? But what if your impaired my daisy? Maybe just the look in my eyes would drive you crazy?
Esteban stopped between the poem and closed the book with his finger cushioned between the pages. This lonely poet must have withered in this prison. Maybe he heard it calling him too. The image of his last day before he woke up here seemed to linger the portrait of a lover, her
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...it's all a lost time.... the time you have under control...!!!
:::aLE+:::
you deffo have to watch it
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To be great, is to be minsunderstood
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Quis hic locus? Quae regio? Quae mundis plaga?- What world is this? What kingdom? What shores of what worlds?
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