As I stroll with inspiration oh ye,
Through The narrow night of the sonnet I stroll,
A legacy of performers I see,
Come with me on my endeavor, ya' know!
let us seek the hollow journeys waiting!
Come on my ol' Pal, do me the honor!
The journey of poets, how amazing!
Set aside obstacles im on my search!
Have ourselves the Time of our lives, ya' know!
I tell variety poets lurk!
Greet the noble with gratitude although,
Let us fall in love with the beauty O!
'Tis the Beautiful sonnets night, Ya' know!

How wonderful- Huh?
How beautiful the sun is!
Grateful for this Day!

Mr. Chrysanthemum asked me,
How do you do it?
I wondered why of a sudden he asked,
And I said,
What is it that I do that amazes you?

He replied and said,
The fact that you seem to have me carried away!
The fact that my pores on my body tell me when you are near,

You always seem to illuminate my mind,
The colors that you bring,
The longer I see you, I continue
To weaken,

My face just nerves,
When you walk away,
I feel discouraged!

And now I ask you,
How is it that your beauty seems to amuse me in many ways?
So in comprehensive you are to me,
So don't keep me wondering!

You are selfish!
You are cruel!
Have you second thoughts,
Of our significant rule?

You are an imbecile!
You are heart-shattering!
Have you no shame,
Of leaving me wailing?

I see you have decided,
The minute you Soared off that terrace,
May all of my deepest prayers,
Be heard by you, my seraph

You have left me mournful,
Grieving, and full of betrayal,
I won't even ask why,
I'll just continue to wail!

But
I Love You!
And I know you know so,
But I am too much of a weakling,
To let you go.

Will you ever come back?
Are you thinking of me?
I am blinded by this aftertaste,
Finally, I see.

Money..
Money..
And..
Money..
The hearts deepest desires,
And money...
Have not one day,
When I thought about money?

As evil as it is,
It still fills a mind..
I, too, and so do you!

As deep as life takes you,
And as far as socialism takes you,
Will you even bother to think of
Money...?

If you ever asked me,
"What do you want?"
I would always reply
Money...

When the moonlight shines at its best,
where lightning and thunder roar raucously,
And heartbeats as fast as the speed of light,
I inform of the blood-curdling apparition!

Where flesh decay,
And when your hair rises,
I inform of the phantom's run!