Biography of Louis Borgo
Louis Borgo Poems
'I need it cold' (how cold) , so cold that i can't feel my neck caps! ! ! , I need it so cold i forget this touch of a feeling. Like the tracks of a huskie sparkling of crystal, clear so clear of a mountain i need it cold! ! ! , Like hand of a shuttle, settle free, empty barrels, like the softest place on earth.... of dropp of rain on the back of the porch....
All A Dream
a song of purification rip her lips, like thunder on a mountain, that whisper oh listen... thoughts of passion,
Queen Of Heaven (Message In A Bottle)
If the twelve of night was a castle of light's, this be the latern, to bless tommorow's light, Sight be the reason why you sparke this night. (till dust till dawn)
So as Rumor has it there are this special breed of children called Indigo Children supposal there suppose To take us in the next phrase of human evaluation- Rumor has it there was suppose none born before 1990 Rumor also has it that this kids are genius in Arithmetic and Written
Moon Said To The Sun
Moon said to the Sun, Have you ever heard of a rising of a; Son. Rising; like no other dynasty a sure sight to watch.
Dear Luv, I write to stop this pedals of tears, Far from falling over, Never the less this,
As the wind blows the sun is surely to come, and sweep you off you re feet, Passive as the night to carry us to our sweet,
True Dear Friend
I do not wish to become bibilical but this text require careful wording, what is a true friend with a kindom of wolfs and over sheperd by demons, wait is this ficition, eyes that hold shelter to black skull to a new up rising, birds that hymn that heal with whistles of love of crimes, that is all on film or maybe we all are guest, looking for gravity. Everyman is made different so a silly superstition would say but what would true making of a man, take pain and the up most rooting of lost land, mimic it as quick sand, we start to man and fan to tans and this here eyes are a shame to cry because who is left here to a dress man but a man.
Rain And Water
Play On Words
If vivid was that of a craft, could image be found that in a hat, If van gouh could make a tower beautiful,
The Right Tear Of A Mountain Tear
The right; tear of a mountain tear, A portrait of a landscape years of tactile up rise, Seeing is, believing an alpinist had ties to tithes of a higher life.
Good Morning And Good Day
Word on the street good day and good morning it’s a gorgeous day penetrate it’s a glorious day, A chip of glove of the golf shoe a Helios day perhaps it will be and eagle to cut the fare way.
Girl Next Door
Question Have you ever seen a woman you like blush, now that is attractive I never reallie understand woman in till I got out of school It was this one girl that for some reason like natural selection I would just stare at
Back In The Day
The city the town the village approximately the ice age erase the
texts sentsum track track it back to the diamond in the back suite
case for the most fit it I’m waiting on the replay
Time tick replay clock out check out my melody
Post hold no time to keep rewinding take this for instincts place