Go caress the weeping girl?
the one without a smile...

"Solitude, a word without action,
a play played by many without satisfaction...

East Rivers flow,
Men beat the ground...

Bloom Nightingale,
shed those awful things...

On a pedestal that outlooks the sea,
visions of a milky clear lake ween...

Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting.
Yes indeed, the monks were flying...

Before dawn I make sure.
I make sure the bedding is tightly primmed...

Another damn day,
spent like gambling...

I'm so tired of this blank life.
Wrought and filled with strife...

May all your Moments,
Filled with Joy...

Steal my heart,
thrown away...

The day you told me,
a cold snowy day...