Or go and live in Hell...

For everything we love and save
We will get punished, in the end...
As if we didn't live it...
As if we didn't suffer enough...
As if, without suffering
There will be no end you can love.

To get out of bed
And accomplish the dream
Of a miracle.

I don't want to see you
Because you didn't ruin my life.
It's probably this the answer,
It's probably this...

The famished are looking for ways to make it,
Were you famished when you stole what was mine?
Were you famished when you ruined my soul?

Were you?

Life gives and life takes
And life offers.

I am today thankful for being able to make
Of this chance a life to be treasured.

Waiters
Thinkers
Prayers
Tellers
Speakers
Doers
Dreamers
Believer­s.

Seekers
Finders
Keepers
Drawers
Pullers
Pushers
Creepers
****­ers

Oh, my God! What a lovely short but rich poem!

How can I put this in a better key?
It must be an honour to be the stupid **** that didn't make it!
Invadors taking and taking and taking...
How can I feel proud when they still can take and I'm still supposed to be okay,
"Let us be humble!" So humble and wise!
Accept the lie of this paradise drowning in tears
Everything they can touch,
Anything they can put a hand on...
Becomes a ruin.
Ruin of the heart and soul, ruin of laughter, ruin of Joy.

The unreachable? they'd ruin...
If only they could.

But who are they. And why do we suddenly want to be just as strong and merciless... and wrong.



Is it wrong to ****? What about letting yourself killed?
*well... Well... well a fountain of tears,
Well realised a truth that hurt once and can Hurt forever just as much
Until shattered into pieces like a piece of glass,
Stardust given to the winds to make it last
As the memory of the wrong that was
And the right that came out of it.

No! I didn't see your godly choice to poor me for any of your devils.
Miracles? We must betraying and you must live!
Oh! Lord! But I wasn't such a great hypocrite!!.!

So... How to learn to leave behind that which is the gutter
The gutter nobody wants to see,
Nobody wishes to deal with,
Nobody cared...
How to leave it behind,
As they all want their gutter,
They all need their gutters
To stay the same,
To go to decay,
Real jewels to stop shining,
To make them feel alive and important.
To make them superior and glorious,
Victorious...

No! I didn't see your godly choice to poor me for any of your devils.
Miracles? We must betraying and you must live!
Oh! Lord! But I wasn't such a great pest and a hypocrite!!.!

What Would the world be
                                          Without matter.

I'm losing my good common sense every day,
It's perfect like this as I couldn't be okay,
Everything right, everything fine,
In my life ordered so well.
Don't you love when things fall into place
And everything is just okay?

Pooping Gold machine
Treated as ****, **** produce,
Taking **** to create Gold,
Gold to create jewelry,
Jewelry to tell a story
Worth to live,
Gold worth to die for
And garbage to take out.

To go to a **** is too kind for me
Therefore I'm afraid I Will have to exploit other opportunities!

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.

As your ask for forgiveness
                Sounds like a menace:
                                          Keep dreaming.

Do we have to suffer,
How many times to die for you?
How many times to ask for a forgiveness that can never come,
Maybe I never understood you
And your perfect games.

You're still trying to punish us
For what parents did or didn't do,
We are tired of this world not understanding,
It wasn't us to decide, it was you.
It wasn't you to decide for me, it was myself.
And if I'll have to **** for everything I love
You will have to see
The unforgivable.

Of something we didn't do.
How many times to tell you?
What you did you didn't do.
How many times to ask for forgiveness
For this thought coming from an Old fact.

Of we defecate on each other every day,
That we all know, but why not to ask for more.
Well, I am asking these grounds once more
To take each thing there where it belongs.

So, this is how I am supposed to feel,
I was quite normal in my opinion,
Feeling quite less than always needed,
Beads and feeds crawling down my cheeks
Along with serene tears filled with significance.

Well, this is how I'm supposed to feel,
You were perfect and I was there
To annoy, to enjoy...
It was a crave of the heart that knows your normal well
But never dared to feel like you...
Never felt as a necessary call.
Oh, well...that day came when I was shown wrong.
Well, well...

Well! This is how I'm supposed to feel.

She was just a kid looking for some fun
In her life, something good to be lived,
Something to believe in:
One Day she will get there... She'll reach her ideals.

But it wasn't for her, it was not for her...
It was not for me but for the family who had it all...
I probably had it all...

Why can't she have it and I Have it...
"Still a kid?
Good girl",
Just like a ***** knowing it all:
It could be that we both had our good lives imagined,
Wished for, worked for...
Idiotic kid.

Keep hoping for a miracle.
"You either dance the way I say or else..."
Shhh... It was supposed to be some kind of a secret!
"In which ******* world?"
We're here, confessing it all.

Listen to your good parents,
Take a good advice to take,
If the worldly means won't help you
You will find wisdom in the straight stand of a tree,
A whiff of inspiration will be given,
You're still find your way.

I should hope so...

For what you want a crave and wrath
With your for-giving soul you offer
That which you wouldn't take.


Aren't we all the same...?

We aren't the same...

I don't understand how all this can be helped.
I believe I should start beating myself to death
Until I WOKE UP as all this is me prolonging myself into a nothingness that has no value.
I either make something valuable of this or I am as good as dead.

Burning all your lies
Well told
For the sake of my brain!

When will I
Get over myself?

The apology got hurt, somehow
It may be the miracle of a life
Put through too many lies
As one must know...
Tests of life can make one stronger.
If you meant something good in the past
Now you can't mean the same anymore.
Down with the one gifted,
Down with the light,
Down with all love
Do you remember?

Yes. You may. You may waste your time.
You may waste your entire time with your apologies.
You may waste your whole life with your apologies
And I may never be you, I may be myself,
The one you will always hate
Because you don't know but this better.

Yes you may. You may waste all your times
With your filthy, stupid apologies,
You may waste your lives with your filthy apologies
I don't care, I never will,
Those feelings are long dead and burried
Feeding creatures I refuse to know.

Yes. You may waste all your times with all your stupid or smart apologies.
Everything you say or do for me
Sounds like those stupid apologies!
You live them all through.

For what?
Oh! It is good to know.
Have a nice... some

****
Product for you to keep.

I Lied to you
And everything went just perfect from then on!

To have for somebody
Is to do whatever they want
Shut your mouth
Speak when you're asked
Then be accused and ****** up
For what you said or didn't say...
Well I said and did everything.

You don't want my life.
You want only what came out good of it!

... Talking *******,
Saying nothing,
Speaking nonsense...
Or is it something else that makes things happen,
Helps people live or die...
Makes us forget or remember...
Gives us the tone for a new life

?

Speaking nothing of the shame
Of not playing it too well,
Where's my strength?
All that certainty
I built
Taking all that I could take
From a teacher or a friend,
Taking nothing from a poisonous egotistic problem.
I must have hurt you,
Oh, you poor thing,
I barely dared to live that something beautiful...
But when time comes time comes
And one may deserve what they want.

How? By killing another one,
Or making them turn into their greatest sickening worst.

Distraction to tease us to the bore.

I am surrounded.

In my imagination
I am surrounded by your love,
In my imagination I'm only too deserving
To love and to be loved!
There is no better gift
On Earth or elsewhere...

In my imagination there's nothing to be blamed for,
In my imagination we didn't do anything that bad
Because I simply can't remember....
I can't remember... destroying your heart...
With an ugly truth I couldn't take,
You wouldn't listen
And that is good... You were only a child...
And I was only too weak a human;
I tripped and fell,
Told you only of the good lies out there,
The ones we all fight for:
Money, love and Fame!

Fantasy to blame here.
Fantasy.
To be blamed the fantasy...

I let you see!
I let you know!
I let you enjoy...
We laughed together but we both know,
We wanted the best out of it,
This life!
It is as simple as that.

In my imagination I know only of love,
That love of pure and beauty that doesn't stink on the skin,
Does not come from the filth within
On which I keep adding more and more...
Each day more...

Filth that I spice and cook well,
Filth that I season and make smell and look good, taste good until...
Time runs it stale then adds what it takes to make it dry or putrid.

What air can inspire this life we have taken!
Every day
Trusting my inner swarming monsters to eat all filth,
Dead or alive.

In my imagination there can be only good,
There's only the accomplishment of our dreams that were always too pure
(pure filth is how I feel now. A cruel talk on purity, I know)
I'm sorry, my Child, I tried it all...

In my imagination there is no blame to feed
And if I am that blamable
I Will just proudly take the guilt!
In my imagination we didn't do that bad,
It could have been too wonderful
But I couldn't remember all that.
It is as simple as love, sweet love!
Salty and well spiced love
Burning just right.

As simple as that
My heart given to you
As I loved you for all the light you brought
Coming tears and laughter of joy
Or clouds cluttered with blight.

It is as simple as that!
In my imagination I escaped an ugly past
Coming with some magic within that couldn' t last,
My brain was stronger,
For this I won't regret
All the **** and rescue made.

In my imagination I managed to be
That good wife, that good Mother,
And Yes, the Lover your dad needed... I needed...
We were so young...
We sinned,
We lived in a perfect dream
(for each heart a loving dream)
For each heart a loving dream...
That's how we brought you in our lives...
We wanted to know true love
You... The miracle, the reason to keep being alive!

The treasure under our eyes.

there must have been something wrong,
There must have went something wrong, somewhere...

If you wanted to lose me like this, there must have been
Wrong and wrong doing.

Here's mine: Telling on you, hoping you'll mind your own preferences
And learn your hearts places.

Couldn't you just (and justly)
Live well in your world
And I in mine?




!

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...

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.

When there's love to find and keep,
Keep it!
And when you know that you have to do something,
Do it.
If it brings Hell on earth the purpose must be greater than you think...

Only if love, but love got Hurt!
Too Hurt to care too much for your ship and sheepish friends...
"What about Gold?" She asked.
Let's help a world...
How to help when you are down
And what you call Angels are dead people who weren't around...
Dead people who weren't around but for your failures,
Your failures to start meaning something for that world you loved...
As there was love... And love got hurt
And forgot about how good it feels but remembered
The human needs
And the beauty that came out of those heavenly dos and dons and deeds.

What are you made of?
We're nothing but things made... Of something that can fly away
One day, deserting
This cursed flesh.

Look at me!
Can you see all the honour of being a *****?
It lies printed on my face!
See?
Playing it proud enough?
Yes... No...

Enjoy the sight!

She doesn't want me all ****** up,
She is such a kind human!
She has a purpose that is noble in life!
I can only understand that she must Have been a show girl
And all this is
Because We're some show people...

Isn't jealousy great?
What did it create?
Some fancied,
Some ridiculous Ness,
Some craving...

Some..., live the Hell you want
And don't bother me anymore!

How did you feel?
I know just how.
Why do you think I never wanted to see you again but for a slaughter?

If I trust you
Then you trust me
And you trust nobody
But I end up trusting everybody
Because of your lack of trust
In me who trusted you

Nothing

If I say I trust you
Then you say I don't...
And I don't say I didn't
But you proved me wrong
So I can be right for a change...
But the change lies in the will
And my will said I didn't...
No, I don't, I just don't...
I can finally trust you.

I am tired
Of everything
They want
But that is life
If they want to they may live.
I already know what a problem all this
Isn't.

Disappear with you when work's well done and left for their homes,
To enjoy, to live, to die for.
I may disappear and never bother for their rights or wrongs.

Dragging us back to the war...

Is for the worthy
Of such a thing!

Hell as well.
And different roles can be played
On the stage of a show
With little harm done.

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

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.

Every day
Every day a new one
Making a New living stand.