If you are rich,
You speak less yet it is like spelling everything inside an encyclopaedia.

If you are rich,
You talk foolish yet it is taken to be of wisdom that no man can understand without any consultants.

If you are rich,
And you wear rags,
They say you are simple and expensive, man of the people ,worthy of many praises .

If you are rich,
You *** on the road and they say you are sane.

But

If you are poor ,your wisdom is the poo of a monkey ,you talk of something important ,they say it's old cliché that has no meaning .

You are insane even if you *** in the loo.your poo should not be seen because it may be contagious.

Do I mean it?
Rich or poor,you are human ...you should be humane and be with everybody unboastfully .
Because ,
We are all candidates of death.
Bye

I heard that wisdom is well spelt in simple language .
So when I say happy night to the married,
I spell wisdom.
Don't argue on this,
Pick the meaning and go to bed.
To the referred ,
Read your novels to your point of satisfaction.
Make your spouses know they have you.
Bye.

Upon those lips
behind your eyes
I'm caught in a snare
short of breath
I can't help but to stare
feeling my way though the dark
a familiar path stitched on my skin
Stealing myself from this world
hiding from the pain
Upon those lips
behind your eyes
I'm caught in your lie

I wonder
as the wind calls
and the night steals
the blue from the sky
this thunder
I'll sit here alone
in the shadows
I can feel something
rising from within
behind my eyes
then nothing
As familiar ghosts haunt me
I try to find you
you're there
I wonder
I'm not afraid
only a little
yes I wonder

All I wanted
Just to see you

A desert by the sea
remember me?
A mirror in the sky
reflections blurring by.

Deep into daylight
I would find you
don't try to fight me

Writing in the sand
I lost the way
to you.

Eyes glowing, he finds
your soul and blends
it with moonlight.

His long fingers intertwined
with the smoke of the universe

I see the signs left behind
by ancients suns
Long ago, now forgotten
He walks the lonely path
of isolation guided
only by the black of night.