The fact is firm and straight
like a manhood that can't wait,
that I'm in love with a nun…..
a gem brighter than the sun.
...
Let's make my room a theatre
Let my bed become a stage
Let the stars be our audience
Let our blood mix with rage.
...
In recent times, I was lost
amidst the usual human gust.
I was bullied by the tide
that I had to flee and hide.
...
I once asked my mother
Why
few men are found far up
High.
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The fact is candid
that my name is David.
A poetic principality,
word are my casualties.
...
Let words pour like rain
on this virgin terrain.
Lyrics of a baker-
a divine bread maker.
...
Another love proposal
has met a refusal.
My heart is speared,
and my soul isn't spared.
...
Why tempt David the poet?
Even if he's drunk with moet,
his line flow just like menses;
sweet and pleasant love sentences.
...
Hello folks? My name is death.
How do you fair with your health?
I hope you free your souls from strain;
too much of grieves can cause you pain.
...
Don't judge me by my breed;
I'm just a thriving seed.
I need to grow,
I need to glow,
...