I DISTURBED A CLOUDY MOON

I disturbed a cloudy moon,I knocked a door private,I went a marriage with out invitation.I ate a feast with out calling me.I went painfully into my world in a memory street.I know all was I, So now let me die like a young gentle man with my forlorn oblivion

WOULD YOU SURE DIE LIKE A STAR

Would you sure die like a star with radiant energy that once a miracle to young hearts.would you die better in happiness that once filled in the envy.Would you die like my Milton,the man who had no eyes to write.If you die like my shelley,I would rather appreciate you because you loved reality and you enquired the world,or If I die I want to die like my hopeless keats better than the world's death