You still dare come to my grave!
Hmm. I must Have been really something to you!
'Meant a lot!
' Never imagined how precious I was to you!

You still coming to my grave... Hmm... 'Never thought you cared this much!

No more flowers?
Oh, well... You brought yourself....
And with a prayer... Nice!
Original.

Still coming to my grave...

Would you beat the filth out of me?
If I asked you, please...
Would you make me worthy?

Could you Save me from myself and this sickening truth that's too ugly?

An invention, this dragon fighting me,
An invention the devil...  

   God likes us chopped by these chosen.
I Will turn into their nightmare and haunt them
As... they disturbed me.
        They chopped me.

I'll forgive them, if I can.
If not, I' ll have to chop them.

Forced...            
                     To Stay...
                                          To Leave...

As long as there's the force
There's nothing much to do.

Forced...
                  To Remain...
                                         To Fight...

There's nothing much to do
As long as there's the force.

                 ... all right...

Sweet translations...
                         of sentiment spoken seaS
Where interpretation runs wild-free...
and chances for better days can end.

I don't want to be
            All that you claim not to be
But impose on others.

I don't want to be that filth,
            I'm looking for another
But find this and this is gold
            So I keep Golden treasure

I claim I cannot become
            But admire with that heart you sold
And I impose on others to become Gold.

So you say...

You never fight for any right or wrong,
If you do, you know someone will be there to play with you,
To tare you apart, put you down,
Someone will be
Waiting in the shadow
For the perfect moment to have you flee.

Attack.

You never fight for any wrong that's right,
Your right to be taken, your soul:
Put down and torn apart,
All cavity producers expressing their "sorry *****" : animals too innocent for these games.

Too hard, too hard a take of these sense-less pieces of ****
Turning all elegance in nothing but ****...
Maybe it's all they needed.

' Tad worried...

You couldn't fight for anything that's right for your wrong stood prouder.
To tare a soul apart for you couldn't prove yourselves better any other way.
How could you?
Oh! Don't worry. It's okay. I'm not mad at you.
Not mad at me, at all,
No madness in this house where all illusions brake.

You couldn't fight in any other way, could you?
Not mad at all this, don't you worry,
I'm not mad at myself.
Illusions break: Sorrows: - coming! "

We take showers,
Sometimes long,
To wash away the stench beaten out of our private hell,
Our inner hell's garbage can and the filth deposed on us,
sometimes gladly...

We wash thoroughly our hairs and skin rubbed well,
Use soap and other perfumed work
Of other thoughtful humans
Knowing the same
Need
To make the body
Bearable to live with.

We sometimes put on some cream, perfumed as we hope
That all the stinking flesh will turn somehow into love
- Flower fresh for a few moments in time,
destined to wither, die and dry -

We put perfume on so we can live with our selves,
Our bodies yelling all day log: "You're inSANE! There's no escape from this...!"
But we do have faith...
                                        ... in our products....

To live with one's self,
We wash away the stench coming with regrets beating all the stench out,
Out of our bodies, called the self to contribute.
Selves competing and contributing, putting more filth on,
Cream and perfume helps it all linger;
Times that can be sometimes bearable,
Other times the horror of all senses...

Putting on perfumed products to cover the stench
Of a rotten body
destined to move noses or have them fall.

Waiting while we move around, moving around a body and soul,
Rich winds reminding the Sphinx of duties.

Coming out,
First shyly then standing proud
Against the winds and Sunshine,
Coming out the pores,
each dermal papilla excited
Producing hair germs,
Arrector-pilli muscle stretching on,
Hair follicle sending cells to a transcendence,
Hair shaft show off.

Technically informed
One has to go with a trend,
Find their new soul!
Expression of health
That Today's laughter,
The joy and pride for an accomplished goal.

Technically informed:
What's right is wrong.
Today doesn't like tomorrow the same way anymore.
Find a New excuse, learn some new mistakes
For tomorrow will discharge and turn them into stone.

Technically informed.
Some things remain
And some things go,
Find their new flow
And one becomes soon a thing,
Oh, the horror of the being!

You F-d me and now it's all my fault.
Now,                                                    wo­N
                          That is
             a way of seeing things!

I love it when you get upset,
That's why I do it!
Loving the whole of this self,
My self induced good health,
Good health!
I love it!
I love it when you get upset
That's why I do this!

It seems that I don't know
             How to be more grateful
                                        For what I've got.

It seems that we are all given the right to live,
Live with some natural disorders,
Live with some natural shames
So we can learn there is no shame in being ashamed and shameful...
It seems that We're all given this right to hold some natural disorders
And we all know how natural all of them can be.

Papa Devil learned,
He went to school and turned
Into a carpenter
His hands pours rivers of splinters
Like magic his business working well.

Poor, they say but I don't care,
I Have everything I need,
Oh yeah, We're doing well...
At least I can go to school
Where all the other kids can bully me.
That's fun. But I'm okay. I punched one in the face just yesterday.
In this head of mine Papa Devil meant only well.


In this head of  mine I know papa meant only well...

Daughter of the Universe,
           Loved                Loved
                         Hated

How many times did I forgive you,
I wonder how many things and for what I had to...
No, this time I will be merciless.

I wish I didn't feel this way,
I do not think of harming you every day,
I'm lying, of course, who am I kidding, maybe it's time to say a prayer:
I feel like harming you but I wish I did not,
I feel like committing the murderous act of a slayer.

I am that Daughter you didn't have
But would gladly use, for a good ****,

Oh, good ****! Mother of good ****! Getting me slapped in 'da face!

For the ugly laugh at... "Whaaat?"
I am the Daughter you gladly used for your needs,
You gladly sold for some deeds,
You cared not...
                   You cared not,
                                      You cared not
About my love craft,
My science act,
Evil thought taken to the ideal height...
You cared not,
                   You cared not...
How could you have?

Call yourself not an evil Queen, only a very proud one
Ruining a life for your own, your own flesh and blood.
No. I do not know why.

I am that Daughter you couldn't have,
Still, gladly used and taught others how to ****
And **** with.
Ugly your thought, ugly your mind
Got me to the conclusion infesting mine,
Ugly your thoughts, ugly your mind...
It's a combat which can help ruin life.

Poor Margaret
She used to be such a pretty flower on a field
Proudly dancing in the wind
Her petals fresh, her looks so fine,
Bright and smart looking, flower divine...
But I needed some answers.

All petals gone, her riches lie
In the memory of a fly
That passed and watched and learned and loved,
The warm honey looking loving core.

I'm sorry, girl,
I picked the flower,
As I needed some answers
All petals took off,
Leaving the gold core showing mercy of love.

Her heart wasn't cruel like mine!
Poor Margaret, flower divine,
How could I, how could I?
'Wanted some love, a new vibe
In this life of mine

No
sorry, girl!
I picked the flower,
As I needed some answers
All petals took off...

Let yourself killed...
                                       Be kind always.

Aren't you a man of your Word?
So was she, you both promised and delivered.

Eggs
Tons of eggs
Millions of eggs falling from the skies,
Magical eggs filled with butterflies and flowers and everything you like!

Eggs!
Tons and millions,
No, billions of eggs falling from the skies
Feeding butterflies in stomachs
To churn and churn and churn...

Eg_gs
Trillions of eg.s to tell where to be mistaken and why.

Eggs!
Feeding the bodies and lakes of wonder,
And boy do we wonder...

Eggs
Tons of baby eggs dinosaurs,
Oh, no, trillions of dinosaur baby eggs...
Eggs to grow legs and walk
For the love of God!

Celebration of life.

Spaghetti eggs,
Lasagna and pizza eggs,
Eggs of rolls and Rolling down the tube
Apple sauce with chicken wings, fried,
Potato fries and all the life you wished for.

Celebration of life,
For the love of God!

I WANT ALL MY SPIRITUAL BACK!

Amoeba, dear, ameoba!
It't time for you to glow on the surfaces of lakes
For frogs to get exposed
Later on by humans
Loving lakes so clear
That fish and frogs can breathe
And swans and ducks can glide
On shiny surfaces.

Feels like a winter escape
On glowing matters of green shame
Tuned well
Turned into a yellowish glow
Golden
Light of our future hopes
All taken high, so high above
Shining like the sun over us.

Amoebae! Dear Amoebae! You glow!
You shine and glow!
And I fell helplessly in love!

Oh, but I couldn't see,
I Couldn't see the loser you made of me!
I couldn't feel, I didn't know the worst you can make of me!
Oh, but I didn't fight, no I didn't learn,
And for what?
To have a laugh in my face or behind my back...

Oh, I couldn't see what was going on,
I Couldn't realise the tool you made of me
For what?
I Have no clue, no, no...
It wasn't too embarrassing nor cruel.

Oh! I couldn't see, nor hear, nor feel.
I couldn't,...
Can't
...
No more.

To be honest, I couldn't hate you more,
Still, life is life and We're supposed to learn
From evil how to be more evil,
The proud how to be prouder of the worst they make of anyone
They want to break,
To take
And have responsible for their make
Of ugly doing
Hatred despair.
One hates another for what the other one has
And loathes themselves.

Oh, yeah. I wanted you to be a ****** miserable *******!
Just like me.
That's why I fought,
That's why I loved,
That's why I worked,
Struggle to find a better path...

That's why I fought...

"-Yey! I am going to be ******!" and with all the enthusiasm she played along!

Because you needed a ***** in the House.
A sweet *****,
An awful *****,
A lousy *****,
A dreadful *****,
A lonely one,
A hopeful one,
A very very brave and powerful:
Real Hateful one.
A scarry *****,
A mighty *****,
A tired one...
A ****** filthy 'son of a gun' one!

The poor ***** that got broken,
AWW!
The sad ***** and pitiful,
The pretty *****,
Oh my Word! Oh, my Lord!

The charming and the jumping,
The petty...
The wonderful and working.

The stupid ***** you can't live with,
The one you can't live without.
"Better dead than that bad"

The natural *****,
The great *****,
"You little *****!"
The unnaturally something *****.

"My, my! The ***** that was
Is still mine!"

The healthy *****,
The stealthy *****,
The common *****,
The extraordinary *****...

A proud piece of rotting ****.
Your people, chosen or not disrespect.

The rotting *****,
Romantic *****,
The famished *****
And thirsty, eyes wide open,
Thinking *****, the doer *****,
The coldest *****,
You trending *****!

You want them
All                                 !
You want them

The wealthy *****,
The famous one,
The popular, loved n' hated one
The lofty one,
Superior one.
The Princess *****: you'll have to work for her and her lawn.

The never tired *****,
The always hard to take,
The better *****,
The one to money-make
Come true
The never wrong but needed *****,
Adored, much worshipped
Set free, caught in a web,
A bottle of champagne,
A cup o' tea,
A thought for thoughtful a *****
Who used to be too thoughtful,
Too loud,
Too something this and that,
To wrong.

Oh, faithful *****
Caught by all ******* love
For Gold and money and Fame you fall,
You have to.

Oh, sick of it,
Oh, knowing-it-all!
Creative *****, what have you done.
Inventive *****, illustruous *****?

My teaching a good lesson *****,
Thank you for helping me around.

Because you needed an idiotic *****!
A parting one,
Departing one,
An angry gal, good, sorrowed one.
Luckily a ****** one,
A greedy, thirsty for clean waters one,
A helplessly dreaming *****,
A needy one, needing a good witch,
The learning for better
In sickness and health,
Cleaning the wound, help mending a heart hurt
- gal!
A helpful one,
Much funny one,
A stronger one,
A stubborn one,
One to catch worms
Like every other one.

A witchy ****** annoying bitchey
Because without *******, what would be?
Oh what this world could be?

I listened
To your proud tactics shared
On how to send me to that **** to make you proud of yourself.
I listened to the peaceful hatred you promote,
You gladly ruin other people's lives instead of letting them live their lives în wealth
You lose another for whatever God might Have offered,
Nature created,
They might Have fought for...
Disrespectful you aren't
Only you are...
That one who would gladly ruin any chance of happiness another one tried.

It's a good thing that I Have
To Eat and Sleep and Crap
For crap
This world so forgiving and giving us a good ol' ****!
It's a good thing to be able to eat and go to a ****!
Such a good thing, really,
I couldn't be more proud!

"A rocket cloud is burning with elegance its Golden dust
Received from the sun's caress over a dolphins act of endearing trust."



A hidden arm wishes to grab
A dolphins rocket science cloud,
It glides to bring it back to seas
From were the sweetest chime escapes.

The hidden arm sends messengers
To call the dolphin back to depths
Of seas not Poured but well conceived
In silent moves before night fall.

As part of one blue canopy
Takes hold of Children keeping hopes
Up in their heads the learning path,
Down with long hours loved in heart
The dolphin new homes finds.

And so the dolphin that escaped
The seas of clouds raining no state
Of blight and tearing moments shine
Finds waves of hearts to take him high.

Up in their heads, the learning path,
Down in their hearts the love He hath
For Children living with souls true
Dreaming of rocket clouds of a Dolphin's blue.

Full of myself
           It must be time for me
                                           To get broken.

Out of my sorry words,
All over my face,
My face your body,
My body and soul
Finding rest,
Comfort in this pest inked by code

I am not willing to **** myself
For that better world for you
And the worst for me,
Yes, yes! The coward I am!
It is called a matter of good common sense
In some world!

Some world I regret losing;
Behind my back
You did a lot,
To my face spoken a cruel truth!
Well, that's that.
I Will confess, I loved my faith
In a fantasy taking me somewhere else...
Where I can finally breathe!
Where I can finally smile!
Where I am allowed to think,
To see, to believe and be
Not the arrogant ugly ****
You loved me remain
For you to have my soul and walk away.

Not willing to put an end to this charade
Some call life, I call it a trailing time
Lost hub in time...
'not willing to give up my whole heart for more suffering for me
And less and less good common sense for you.
My guess? : I turned up yellow.

Have faith,
They'll fight and ruin it,
Your soul.

Have mercy,
They will convince you that you're stupid.
You and your soul.

Be arrogant,
You'll find yourself nothing but a fool.
You selved soul!

Be faithful,
You'll be thrown out of the door,
You peaceful arogant fool!

Be hard like a stone.

Goats.
Fresh Goats served on the meadow,
Good food I pass,
The predator in me finding mercy
As I had a Sandwich earlier
So I'm not hungry anymore.
Goats.
Still a little frightened to meet me,
They tend to flee,
I tend to think of shooting them.
Session on;
They get in somehow
Then pass
Gently taking a mouthful of grass,
Deciding to elegantly prove their skills
Of running, climbing up the rocky mountains...
Goats.

Now:
           To where my soul finds peace,
Finds Joy and laughter,
           Riches of the unspoken but heard of.

Right now:
                      To where my soul can be,
Can touch, can live
                      A little dream of incomplete tragedy...

Now:
          My soul there where it can find what it seeks,
What it needs for complete resolution.

So it feels: As if my head conducted by some poor soul
Not strong enough to take hold
And good grip on some horses...
My poor soul!
If only I had more wisdom!
If only I were stronger, wiser, better
At this game
In which my life was meant to matter...

I believe that you know what you can do with your preparatives
           For me and whatever you're preparing for me
                        As I have learned now of the feelings
                                  Of beautiful and wonderful
Anyone would just love to live
                                                 Towards me and my kind!
You had everything one wishes and longs for,
Fights for... kills or would ****....

The beauty in what one can do with real money!
But the ugliness they attract...

Away from the ugly truth,
Away from pain of real and suffering of hard...

A world ruined with petals rain
The arid spaces infested with flowers and lakes

A planet coming back to a life to wonder why,
The broken cry of a baby knowing the fight

A space showing a battle between what wrong for you and right for me,
Aliens and human beings, the dead and the alive

I must stay with my aliens, find a way to treat our times
These times given: well.

A tearing mirror, a live act of wisdom,
Another shout at the one who refused to ...

A Universe shattered.

Food for the brain,
Light for the heart to take,
Waste for the rest of it to help down.

A cloudy poem:
A touchy life.
A single terror:
The changing strife.
A leading hour
As the tree has left.
The magical moment
Of latrine romance.
Looking for the blue door
To ask a few things up.
Finding instead ladders
And other steps to walk.
Giving a new blister
To a friend in need.
Walking out in silence,
Knowing I'm just dope...
Another T appliance,
An interview with a rope.

I'm sorry but I don't understand that I am only a loser,
I guess I couldn't understand...

This given hour of powerLoss - powerGain,
I couldn't tell obscurity from fame...

I didn't know lust turning to dust
And dust rising to last in a cloud of crows

This moment of a power-hour
To mean something again.

The heart beat of a friend
To have a long lasting life

Dust rising to make me understand
That feeling sorry isn't the way,

That I should be a Hero, act like a man,
Do something, find a way or get away.

In this moment, sour
Of a loved hour
That's our
Moment of power
And hope
Killed in a forever song
Resurrected with a ****
Long
A sound opening the door
For a second act...
That second act we will all know
As your own,
An owned moment given to react
To a tale's flow
Pact
Made with the devil to stay wrong,
With God to come back to your senses when the bell rung
As you wish
For a third and last song
To be sung, dance
To be danced, ****
To be long
Forgotten in a long hour of hope,
Loved power
Given with a moment of sour rope.

Tell me the story of that Page you treasured more,
In that book of your life that didn't mean but
A drop in the oceans of pages filled with words and tears,
Images to rest our souls with.

Tell me all that story of your youth, lost hours In words,
Feelings adorned with the explorations of shapes
Moving you on the abstract waves of games,
Thinking of that first Page in the origamy-heart-book you designed
To impress a sad Old child.

When the heart weeps
At the hour of tossed corpses into trunks,
Long drives to the ocean,
Cleaning evidence,
Throwing bad memories into the lake next state,
Leaving the photograph I carried in my wallet somewhere in a cafe
(don't worry, it was fancy, just like you)
...
Sorry, I had to **** you...
You were getting on my nerves.

Atrocities
In times of war
We Hunt and eat each other
Or fast and almost die of hunger,
We watch the Ravens coming then
Tearing the flesh of carcasses,
Guiding the wolves and melting pain
Down with the blood
Atrocious sight
Painted.

And I thought
But you thought first
Then I realised I thought best
In another life
Where I could find myself after some quest...

You didn't!
No, you didn't.
You didn't make me feel embarrassed
With 'my poor choices,
My little strength,
My little pesky sorrows,
Petty I am.
You didn't!

No, you didn't make me feel superior when I was only something I won't name:
It is prohibited by my good common sense.
No, no, no.
You didn't.

You didn't make me feel embarrassed with getting born...
The story's too long.
Let's cut... You know...

No, no, no
You didn' t make me feel upset with myself
And the whole world.
Oh, no, no,
You didn't.
You didn't.

You didn't make me feel less than you need to be,
No, you didn't.
Creators of something you must be...
Out of nothing the anger of the paradise you always lose
Because your pride was greater.

~ Too bad, the truth is, pride always wins... No matter? No matter... no more matter and We're done forever with this! ~

No, no, no.
I felt no embarrassment with your empowerment of others....
"Ta do ****! "
Please, look for the worthy,
I have nothing good for you.
"Oh, now you do remember me!"
Nothing but the impression of greatness to you.

No. You didn't make me feel all to embarrassed compared to your chosen,
Chosen beloved, your wealthy doing great...
Only the very poor curse, the very poor for not being the elite.

Only the very poor can make of the poor even poorer…
Help the cause of the devil...
Only the poor can make of a king a poor thing.

Teachers of today teaching others to stay poor, be poor and awful.
Teachers teaching us lessons, great lessons...
On how to be lousier.
Teachers...
Teaching us a lesson, putting one there where they belong...

You didn't!
No, you didn't.
You didn't make me feel embarrassed
With my poor choices,
My little strength,
My little pesky sorrows,
Petty I am.

Even my choices to get out of the gutter and be okay was too poor.
Even my aspiration to real good,
Real beauty real love,
All petty and sorrowful,
Damnable a thing,
Something for you to ****...

It will ****... Don't you worry.
My choices to fight: all too wrong for you.
My kindness, not mine.
My sorrow, not mine.
My everything not mine...
Nothing.... Mine, mine...
All of my choices so wrong...
So wrong that they were all right for you.

My aspiration to the good I want, I know I can be...
All Petty.
Oh, my poor choices, my poor wishes
Were too heavy for you
But it's alright...
You'll manage my *** goodbye.

It wasn't too much for me too,
I didn't feel all too embarrassed,
This world is too good to be true;
The **** am I doing here?
"Exactly. ******* poor choice!"

No you didn't make me feel okay! Their choice was losing me,
Making of me just another piece of a product I won't name.
I need my good common sense to be the Blame.

Oh, the honour!
I should feel great.
No, you didn't make me feel embarrassed with your choices for me...
You didn't!

No, you didn't make me feel superior when I was only something I won't name:
It is prohibited by my good common sense.
No, no, no.
You didn't.
You chose to lose me,
I chose to fight
Feeling embarrassed that you had the strength to **** me,
Still for the best...
You didn' t,
No, no, no.

Fingers.
What can one do with fingers?

One can eat and one can shine
And one can flutter their silent good flitter off eyes,
One can scream and one can show
Fingers can tell about a ew flow
of ideas.

Fingers

What one can do?
Fist them and fight like a fool,
Fight like a gem, like a storm,
The cruel rose with thorns....
Fight like a man,
Against a crime,
No crime divine;
I hope you can.