SHort TIme

SHort TIme 

SHort TIme

SHort TIme

because time is short and so are we speak for myself you may be taller then you seem

instablility in life is the key to depression

manifest problems not easily overcome

ignorance of education

you have seven hanging on your wall

seven degrees decrees warrents of the self esteemed

idiots on every hand

you will never rule the world clad in iron pants

dropping the belt sagging pick upp the penny half moon the populace

run from the coppers spend all the silvers hoard all the gold

I would hear the musick and be happy iff eye only had a heart

Dead Poets are only one Poet

Dead Poets are only one Poet

Dead Poets are only one Poet

when all the dead are done the things they said are quotes the poems they are there for all of us to find and read the dead poet he is done he is one with all the dead

they read the words instead of all the lines

they end the sentence with the time

they brace the face with age

they continue in the heavens archive

somewhere they are allowed to learn the forms of poetry more perfectly they blend the edifice and lean into the winding staircase of anomaly each step they take spills volumes we are the dead poets we are only one poet the world can ignore us and search among the living writers for new poets are not made they only just become one of us charlax is one of us Kushal is one of us Edger is one of us and Philip is now one of us no one can change us now no one to find us out