Poems from Neftee
When the morg fills with these bones of mine,
please know that I was not alone.
For inside me, was mind, made 1 and 3,
the soul to which I...
Break the silence
with a scream oh,
ALL men will see!
That nothing is what it isnt,
So please be free!
All men are destructive...
We battle our masters
with laughter that shatters
the perception of contrasting stature.
A giggle is a stave through the heart of...
Life is meticulous.
it lingers on, trapped
in between the cracks
of "destiny", and "maybe".
and everything is shady
or burning in the...
We don't live,
So much as steal air
from trees
Who are far better
At doing their job
Then we.