Surer knowledge by cross examination of witnesses than belief in imaginations Will more certainty than mindless chance Shakespeare was a man rather than monkeys and Eve than washed up fishes learning to walk
Just don't think about those people Who have left you with no choice But to think the reason of your aloneness.
Just don't hover around, Those, Making you feel unworthy, Shut their door, And don't worry dear, It isn't ego, It's self-respect, Self-help, Self esteem and Self-love.
Just don't be with those, Bragging about their victory, By belittling your tiny beginnings, And don't worry dear, It isn't that you aren't worthy, But the person is so unworthy To witness your Victory by stepping tiny it's.
Imagine a young fervent swarthy portrayal, caramel strong un-clad lady, yet at touch so “douce” and glued whilst leaning out from a window slender rainy on a balcony too urban pane And eyes at digital art Spin a confession Of how the watered petals of flowers there do not explain The origin or calling of the rain And that its every end or beginning In her unbetrayal made swayed Has actually since always there been taking its rightful place.
The world in that fact does not have, find nor make relay, sense.
Someone right on the other side’s staircase stroll Would extract their own core by extending through their ribs own
her beloving so longing and old that one at last will find it possessing a too hurtful call.
Head lolled. Dew owned.
Hereby a painting The Rain gave me As my new rightful face. They will hold it forevermore As their subject yet bearer. The chosen laid and left there