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.

You regret being born
                                                which means
                               I
                                                with regrets
Made a great mistake.

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

There is a festival in the world,
Running in a past based on this Word,
My soul speaks in tongues,
It burns and it aches,
And it tells the story she knew as a friend.
Maybe I found a friend in a notebook,
Maybe I didn't listened to a prayer,
I wanted them to be all too stupid and happy again,
Felt hurt when they had to be mean to each other.
Felt hurt when they had to leave
But it was okay,
Everything better when they became friends and partners again.

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.

Faults? : always somebody else's!

How much we can suffer for our souls!
It's a soul take, soul give...
Maybe God can bless...
And maybe what we do is what will matter in the end.

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!

Dragging us back to the war...

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.

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.

Distraction to tease us to the bore.

When you are happy,
How is it that I'm sad?
How is it that I 'm tired
Of this business combined?
How is it that
I go for the magical world
When you are happy...
Why am I sad?
A cloud' s a cloud,
The rain's the rain
And it May feed and wash away
The waste that's filth
Only the depths of grounds
Know how to handle.
Only the worms that know how to devour

An may it be not ******!

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.

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.

Of what you feel
A merit of your soul
Your mate your own
Chosen gift.

How many lies do we have to be told? How many, for how many we want to be told. For how many we tell.
How many lies did you tel for your own
Good.

But there's hope for us and for our lies,
To be told,
Lies to tell
Everything goes well,
Swell, well, well, well...
Out of my deep well: w'ever;

All good to be, if it can,
Wish I slaughtered all disease,
Oh, well... Why not ask for more?
Well, well, well...
Out of my deep swell: 'tever.

As long as there' s still something good to Save...
Out of my deep Swell well:
Love forever.

But what does love means, to you?
What can be hatable?
Maybe you all know better.
I'll leave you with your knowledge:
LOVE forever.
Out of my deep well,
Swell forever.

Oh, please give me a good heart,
A whooshie, mushie soft heart you can throw your everything in,
Please, do give me the kind heart to take it all,
Your sword may rest and sink and rust or glow in it.

We're fighting for a place in your hearts.
What can one expect a virus?
Not to make you laugh?
Not to make you cry?
Hah!
We're viruses.
We're fighting for a place in your beloved hearts.

The beauty of love (illegal or not) lies in the pages if history.

If it hurts then it must be live
And all your sheep and cattle should feel honoured
For being slaughtered, to us the proof of
Great love.

Is to take care of your business...

Doesn't everybody want the same thing?

Bother!
Why did you give me birth?
Why did you sent me to school...

Why the **** did you dare do anything
For yourself, for me or the world...
Why the **** did you?!

So unique these days!

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

I'm sorry that you had to Save me!
This is just something that you do,
Out of your duty and good heart,
One though must be deserving.
I'm sorry you had to take the trouble to Save me...
This life you wouldn't appreciate, I assure you.

Good luck with all those worlds of yours,
Perfect little worlds in which one can't change anything,
Your lives were perfect.
Your lives were perfect!
Oh, you poor things!
Your lives perfect:
May you have your great miracles.

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

It seems to me that they have to do their something,
Like they always do,
Oh! Human businesses of ours...
Do, do, do... Lovely your do.
Say a prayer, whom ever might get helped in their times of need... Yohoohoo!
She can go to Hell and stay like that forever
Because there will always be a reason
To send someone to the greatest pleasures ever... My pleasure!

Caring
Taking me to hell
Where I learn how to be mean
'cause caring is such a sin!

Caring
Such a beautiful sin
Only the devil knows how to begin paying...
Praying for a soul lost
For all these gods and goddesses spitting their importance back at me...

Sent to Hell,
Better taken away...
I wish I could invoke Persephony here
But she was too pretty,
Too beautiful a mind-****,
Where...?

I need a job,
A face do, a good one!
I tried to operate but I failed!
'Could see a lot of darkness in my shell
Where some errors had their shine Poured over you.

I'll make myself presentable.
I promise...
Tried a couple of face dos...
Now I' m again, too ugly.
I Have to go to school.
Maybe I'll learn the operation to help me have the right face for this...
Business....
I promise...
I'll make myself presentable.

We sang some strange songs together,
Climbed a mountain or two,...
Asked for more brains...
To Fry...' cause the heart... Oh well, the heart turned to stone.

But under the moonlight of a Starry night
The heart started to glow
and the stone prepared the hearth
for a brain to work
And I fell in love with both.

I fell... Fell for the image of your soul,
For the sound of your voice,
For the petals of ruined flowers for the sake of our short romance
On this Earth.
I even kept a few of those **** carcasses of the roses you brought home.

The perfect way to remind one where we go.



*The vase took a few notes from the falling petals of lilac killed with the light crying its rusty Whites and Mourning violets on the table cloth from where a few eternal motifs sent to eternity a moment of love between lilac of White and violet touched by a noble red rose.

I painted a line
And a bucket full of paint
And people said it was great.

I sold the painting
For some real money
Got myself enough for more

Bought another canvas
Painted it in stripes
They didn't sell as well

The next canvas I forgot
Hanged  In a gallery
No paint only a rope hanging

Got really famous for that
And life began meaning something.

Mind-less work you ask to prove
Your great potency and by subjection,
Wisdom taken for the fool
That has lost...
Recovering disappointment,
Still playing the faithful,
Still trying...
I made myself share with the world
Everything that was to be shared
From an experience,
From a tell-tale,
From a love-line
And a life,
From a lie told well,
From the judgement day that came.

For what are we JUDGEd?
Who judges?
Why and what for?

My life is yours now, isn't it?
What other good choice was there for someone like me?

I'm too stupid for your orders to ****,
'******* with your brother, your uncle, your dad...
Or I'll ******* with all that. "
No, thanks, so very romantic of you,
Yuch!
Could you be more of an Infection to this world?
Wonderful your Princess of ****.

Somehow people see her as a lady
Oh, well she did something well with her life.
And now she is superior, I suppose
She can send me to the **** she wants,
Your Princess of a ****!
"******* with your past and family" and all that.
Oh, no! I am going to be impressed with all that.
'cause I always saw her as the very smart
To follow
Oh, no! God rescue us all!
I don' t want to take orders from your Princess of a ****.

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...

That I wouldn't waste my time
wishing you were in my shoes.

To be hated...
                  


          When nobody hates you
There must be a problem
          There, where you're trying
To survive
          As you see this as important
For your duty
          And life with no meaning
Is a worthless life.

... Expect to trust me
When you got deceived and fried and hurt so many times?

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.

And I thought all that was good...

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

I thought of killing you but then
I got distracted,
My missile redirected,
The bomb you've mistaken for my treasure chest
Going K-Boom on screens too many times,
Skeletons spread all around,
Past time broken,
Heart-felt joke.
I got distracted
And couldn't put an end to the whole world.

The humility I didn't learn...

       The patience I didn't try...

               The pride that didn't test me...

Shouldn't I be
Too lovely a piece of cake
Hateful 'cause your God loved you more....
Your nature was great...
Hateful a *****, just like them all
Not admitting..., but making it happen, all along.

Oh, Oh (Idea) Why...

Shouldn't I
Be one of the hateful,
One of the normal kind...
It's normal to be upset and angered
With your own stupid mild
Decision to be soft or breakable
When times need rough and tough and stronger than ...Cake.

Tune of sharp blades,
Voice of deep knowledge, truth delved
Disquieting the serious
Speaking the grim truth
I find myself in need
To change what's become of me;
Despicable gallon,
wily crooner.

Tyranny: you like us small,
For your pride to be greater the many must suffer,
You are superior,
Your time of grief ending soon
with broken disasters
Yielded to the world by candlelit audiences,
a trifle apologetic
outlining chastisement.

If to love and be loved is that stupid then keep being an ignorant!

Today I walked out the window
Looking for an excuse to bring a New gift
To your soul in need...
Running for it like a lunatic,
Dancing my way through the crowd
Of Souls gathered around
Something beautiful...
Stopped for a sec and awed,
Gave a dime,
Stretched my arm for a sign
Of recognition:
Respect.
Love...
Regret.
:Left I Out
Of question
My real purpose for that day?
With a shimmering star lit by the power of will
I woke up, took the path chosen.

In an hour or so I came back,
Forgot to use the rainbow window,
Entered the place through the door:
Caught my husband in bed with a bowl full of somenthing
Looking like cereals
Soup
Eating quietly, a pair of chopsticks
Implanted in a noodles bed
With a spread of chocolate chips
Cinnamon whiffs enchanting
The air I was grasping...
Sheer delight.

To all your poetic senses!

Your (great) example
If we'll still be sent to a ****
Treated with disrespect,
Prevented from living up...

For you it is an honour to be like me
Just like for me the honour to be like you.

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...

Their favorites,
They have chosen their better tasks...
Oh, why...?
They have helped me go to a ****,
Be humiliated and feel like crap...
You are what'you aren't
For different reasons.