You hurt me deeply, I confess
Uh, Uh! My mistake! 'Twas my mistake!
In this world not finding a place
Uh! Uh! My bad ugly mistake!

You attacked I countered you
And put you down, almost killed you,
Uh! Uh! My bad, bad ugly mistake!
Please! Pardon me!
(but only if you can)

Now I' m a raven, I'm a crow, I'm the unwanted in your home!
Uh! Uh! My bad, finally true!
Please, pardon me!
I won't ***** you! I'm much better than you!

You Hurt me really bad
Out of confusion, out of your sad sad days...
Oh, oh! My bad!
Have all your days happy or sad,
I'm out of this!

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.

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.

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?

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?!

To Leave you behind...

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.

There is nothing we can have together
But she just likes to harm everybody.

It's a gift to be an evil Queen,
With a reason or not
It is still hard to take...
So may I
Just leave the evil Queen alone
With her passions.

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

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.

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

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.

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

The young because you're Old and ugly
And the young hate you for reasons the same.
I am ugly.

As if your thirst for cruelty
Weren't enough,
Others had to test their muscles too.
Leave some marks of reality that's only too meaningful.
Feeding my own thirst to become cruel.

As if your thirst for knowledge wasn't enough...
Well, it wasn't enough.
It is never enough,
We're set on discovering,
Learning.
Feeding my thirst to become cruel
With your own cruelty.
You hate a child, you hate a Mother,
You hate your life.
Find your reason for all that:
It wasn't too evil, just right.
Whose right to fight? Everyones, perhaps I didn't know.
But let's make a miracle,
From your end you may be mocked,
As we all mocked... We all laughed
At the great.

And we all learned, and we all did...
And there is a screen for your thirst of blood and cruelty,
If you want some more tragedy.

Was it your choice? Was it implied?
Was it by force?
Was it a chance? Was it a life
You set yourself to lose?.

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.

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

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

Daughter of the Universe,
           Loved                Loved
                         Hated

Is to take care of your business...

Doesn't everybody want the same thing?

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.

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.

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.

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 humility I didn't learn...

       The patience I didn't try...

               The pride that didn't test me...

And I thought all that was good...

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

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 ****.

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

Little one,
You learned,
You learned and learned,
And made you parents proud!
You made your family proud.

Faults? : always somebody else's!

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.

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

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

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.

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!

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...

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.

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.

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

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.

To all your poetic senses!

There's something about you,
Something of divine origin
Giving you the right to say filth of others!

There must be something of divine origin
About you, about you one would hear,
Know you can make of the noble filth,
Only filth covering them, still they're gold,
Gold to remain what they were, always.

There's still something about you.
Some made ruby rings out of you,
others went for diamonds
and diamond creators make spring come back again
Into your heart falling for stones
Rocks to dazzle and blind eyes and hearts of the jealous!

Don't mess with my rocks shining! They tend to blind you.
Watch instead the dozen roses murdered on your bed,
Think of the only precious nature that gave you your life back
In those times of sound crush, crashing against your enemy-friend
Educated perfectly well: He called for the ambulance.
ambulance saved your life. He brought you red roses.
You thanked with a faint smile. He lied that they were pale against your ruby lips.
You asked then for a diamond ring.

He brought you a ruby one claiming that you already had two diamonds instead of eyes.
A pretext offering a later escape from the duty to bring you new flowers.
You know, your skin ... the touch of a fresh flower petal... only yours was going to become immortal
'Cause you're a saint... and that's why... that's why he left....
He couldn't take it anymore
He needed some other kind of a best friend...
Someone with the ruby red lips real instead of his good lie told back then
When he thought he'd love you the same for more than an eternity.

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

So unique these days!

And so it seems that I observed you
To become what I never knew I desired to be.