Did you cut your hair, who are you?
Did you run from bad man,
bad man is coming after you
Did you wear your socks
Hide
Bad man i giggle
bad man will take you away
Did you Cut your veins?
Are you sad?
Are you dead?
Bad man where are you?
Is your face covered in a sack?
I hide no more
Like my flaws and **** my flesh against the wall
Butcher my eyesight
Flies, smell and the touch of bad man
**** my love.

The koi fishes swim in drains
The government plans sweet revenge,
The blue skies turn into grey
I'm fine.

I have lied and lied all through
From teachers to friends anew,
I'm like a dead captain handling the crew,
I'm fine.

When my parents abandoned me
And the cat cried symphony,
I looked over you grave and said to myself
I'm Fine.

One day my prince would come,
The day will start with sun,
He would whisper in my ears
"That's a lie."

You were there
Among millions of sweaty bodice
returning from the festivities,

Shouldn't the sky seem particular
Of a colour of a romantic being
pushing poetry in the likes
Of citizens of the night

The Universe unbothered by who killed whom
Or the philosophy of life,
Errands running from the bishop town or the markets of dream

Rush hour of the busy life,
I ask the meaning of life,
The holy pages of what not the monks, the sky,
The ask of truth, the sands of time

From a distance, you went by
And weren't a vision from the ornamental fashion they sell

I saw you never,
And I am cited for hell,
But your eyes sold the the meaning of life,
And this foolish passerby, could tell.

My mind fathoms what art is,
Paint in yellow or green
War is a paint
Man is a brush,
Children of art
Behold colours!
Flag rise of enemy comrades
painting the art of a body
The woman, the art, the screen, the scent, the who?
WHO, I ASK IS YOUR INSPIRATION MY FRIEND?
MY FOE?
Is it art?
Or is it the dead bodies in the end?
Man, i beg you, stop this war
Art for art, i beg you time and again
Like waves of screen, make art,
make blood of acrylic not blood of veins
Or the countries and borders and
Children in vain
Christ i beg all in art's name
Give me the glory of art,
Not the glory of fame.

Eye of a stone,
Blinded in shame,
Snakes on my head
Crying in vain
Dare not trip in wires of the sky
God or men, hate them or die
duel of chic, Angels of brothels
Serving their bodice, mind and villany
To art disown heaven
Or to burn into dust
Hell is just the reality
Rising
To face,
To fall,
The superior
Or call him
Unworthy, fake,
Terror is his name!
"He is wise, he is great!"
Only fools pass his gate
To drag Lucifer the bringer of light
Into shadow, the dark of night
Call him Hades, call him bad
It's the truth in his hand
And how could i forget Poseidon
Dear me, the conned face of villainy
dragged my flesh and sent me to hell
Burning his desires unto my breadth
And i stood for justice name her
Athena she is fair
or so i though till i read
"She's one of them, beware!"
And turned my head into a snake like crown
fighting my innocence bringing me down
Alone in this misogynist land
Grab my bitter hand!
Mankind is cruel
Man doesn't build home,
Justice contradicts itself
And Gods turn us into stone

Give me sunflowers
Oh! where hath it been
It's been summer all this while
and my heart seem keen

For the yellow and the joy
And seeds of green
Where art sunflowers
Why art being mean?

Ah the carnations! The innocence,
where the wind,
******* to thy heaven's door
The meadows the green!

Oh my heart cries for such beauty
And in thy beauty it lies,
The pain, the sorrows, the unhappiness it cries!

Oh my poor heart,
hush now may,
Close your eyes,

It shall be summer one day

hither the skies,
forearms doth mere bare
hither the blue,
his eyes everywhere
hither the lush,
hither the green,
Doth may seem keen

Thy eyes foreclose melted plants,
tracing it down as a cherub,
growing, fermenting, sun and starch
Hither thy heart a mere cherub,
growing fermenting, sunlight and green,
melted plants and melted jove
melted are eyes that bear oceans of wilderness
And depths of blue,
And death of plant,
Sings death of heart, broken and lost
little cherub amust
Thy seed poisoned with hate,
grows into a vile serpent
Sunlight doth seems away,
rain and storm brings to stay
Away with rain,
thy heart mourns to grow
Nurture the seed
It doth not need to throw
Away the pain thy leaves hide
growing yet repenting
underneath skies
who art the skies,
who art thee,
Art thou not
A man like me?