POETRY FOR U Gh

Whiles I speak hoping to express my self My words surpasses boundaries Exposing me to the lamplight I write hoping to flaunt my talent ; and Whiles I write hiding behind the curtains My skill exposes me to the lamplight Whiles I sing hoping to express my passion My singing exposes me skills Bringing me to the lamplight The lamplight is a den Sheltering the chameleon Once in a million The lamplight is my horror And why I hedge on ; Fighting to disavow Yet, my skill is my being And my being is my skill And my being is in the lamplight And there I must be

Ain't you my servant? Yes, you are Yet, you act bossy Mr Potbelly?. Tell me Tell me that, you ain't one - a civil servant as the teaching Pauper, Nor the pauperised nurse. Is not your monthly a whopping sum? Tell me then, why, you're so stuffed instead your colleagues? Did not you promised to protect my purse? : Yet, out of my purse you disburse as one who is boss ; Assenting to your whims. What tail is there for your whims? : Creating avenues for looting Flints ; When you promised leverage. Tell me, mr. Potbelly? Now, your disposition is parochialism When you promised altruism. So, when your forthcoming is short-lived ; Do not cry fowl of how your service is limited to have matched your goals.  Cause when the time is up : I'll be there ; And this time to make sure, You do not join the train with your looting flints , once again .

Sorrow ages me. Grief his brother same. None a better brother, Same their countenance. Vulgar would be me If our friendship tarry. 'e story's how do I? When memories really linger. Moving on is harder But letting go is better. Searching 's all I've got to, For finding joy 's a jackpot, Of bidden sorrow farewell And the future will be fair.