CoffeeVampier

Poet by trade master craftier at heart. Sinner and loser as a dark masked heart. Poetry by bleed and sun kills, walker preferred at night. A song writer in skill and a dancer on stage. Skorry by laughter and orange at sound. A body build by night and a laughter in the shrill. Model by soul and pouter by hate and friend of the shadow and a fear of the stars. I am a blind man walking and I am a sound tec no. I drink of coconut milk and I please the Tea. Craftier by cards and Joker in act. A readers and and false drink nay too. Peace for drones drink far in between and lust not the day.


The sun reads and the poets dance to everyday mance


Sonnet 44
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought
I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
Receiving nought by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
- Shakespeare

Mance means nothing by the day dream bye. Peace and still settle into torment and plastic and plastic a manner of speaking and you are birthed to either be plastic or me. Stillness out of soul brings death by tithing Drink not the bitter milk and sing not a lullaby; breath the harmony.

Be. Not is.