If you fall for fiction
It will ****** reality
If you fall for fantasy
It will never set you free
It will always be there
Rain, sun and snow
Forever blinded by poetry
You'll never be alone

I suffered silently
But healed loudly
All alone

i do not sing the storm. i do not sing rage, wrath
the lightning bolt, the scream. Despair i do not sing
i do not sing struggle–revenge poisonous blast–
the hurricane, the quake that tears the city of peace

i do not sing no border. i do not sing no flag
i do not sing no warrior but she that fights all fear
Poverty & sickness-night, the blade, the club, the trap
blows, wounds, cries, lies, bursts & war-blood i do not sing

i do not sing despise for any thing or being
i do not praise no richness no governors, no kings
From all this flower-garden i pick one single rose:
creation is just dew upon the rose of love

i celebrate one flame. i only sing one blues:
the flame of endless loving with you & only you

She is beautiful with no price
Her beauty is worth a daily commission
If I ever run broke it will be the accident of starring over your beauty
The face has drowned many into tears but her heart has left me a bet man to have best bid

Hash her eyes have said all I thought of
her admirers lining behind me as their commander to glory
This battle of winning a forever lottery to wake up to beauty from the most high
I am ready to go blind to see you as the last rainbow in the skies of my eyes