You need to be the only one,
The only one who ever found peace,
The only one who got their happiness,
That place making one feel home,
Home, there where you belong...
The only one to enjoy an existence led with the heart that can!
Oh, it's your heart that can...

How to explain the wonderful creature you always were?

Oh Soul! That what you need to be
To feel complete
To love thy heart,
Thy family.

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

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...

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 one who is preferable,
Acceptable and to be appreciated
Keep her
And never come back for me
With your crowds
Of mountains of evil
*******.

I wish you well,
I wish you could understand
I learned what I could
The many were perhaps too cruel.
It's a cruel world,
It's a cruel world.

Only Children see it as beautiful!
Only Children can feel it this beautiful.

The third World War just happened.
Probably in my head.
Some say the fourth is coming
On its way.
But I know that it already ended.
It's time to think again...

How could I not love this envy of mine!
It's killing me inside, every day
A wonderful gift from heavens
Amazing.

How could I not love
All this killing
making of me something amazing!
How could I not?
Acceptance was the best idea one could have had!

Oh! How could I not accept this wonderful gift ?
It's life.

Let Us see

How much of an insult one can take
If I 'm sorry for your demons
It seems that I am sorry for myself
My everybody.

Other people May insult us
Well other people May be insulted.

I'm rich and I don't know it,
I'm poor and I don't know it,
I am a little star in this Universe
Somehow,
I am a puddle the pig of a brain part despising
Learned better.

She hated you as if you were the one who did something so wrong
As cheating and lying and playing around.
But sometimes it isn't that bad,
A little lie told for a world to feel better...
But Just like the truth can Hurt you more than you know
A little lie can make a miracle happen;
A little lie can make a life go wrong,
So, yes, saying a prayer was not that wrong
But what's a prayer to someone who can't find true love?
And sometimes we get mixed up
And have no clue.

Now what is life without a little poem,
Without a prayer, without the memories of what we lived.
What can be life, without a little try?
What can be life without a little break
For something else we can believe in
With a heart of true.
What can be life without...

Mock me?
What made you suffer like that?
What made you ruin a life?
What made you **** my flight?

What made you mock me?
Pride?A sense of Justice!
C'est la vie: "I The one who wasn't better won!"
It's love, dear.
Love you would not understand.
Because, if it's love it isn't...

God, Thank you for this miracle
Of being all too free and all
knowing *******,
Free to **** each other,
A love most wonderful!

Where did that justice fall?

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!

It's life that matters most,
And life is sweet, life is generous,
Oh, life is good.

You didn't force me into this,
Oh, now you're vexed a soul!

It's life that brought all this together,
It's all too generous and sweet ~
Hopes for no cavities
And other disease...

Why are you vexed, now?
Didn't you force me into this?

Oh, Wait! No, Wait!
I started to enjoy it!
This life!
Are you that vexed a soul?

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.

Nature can be only upset with the garbage
All the garbage we create
Upset
With the garbage we create
Is nature and the natural creating beauty out of garbage.

Flying around
               I forgot of (my own)
                                         Self-importance.

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.

I shouldn't have bought clothes...
What was I thinking? That I was going to have a good reason to wear them?
I shouldn't have had ideals!
What was I thinking?
That there was room for my stupid needs in this wonderful world of yours?
I shouldn't have eaten...
What was I thinking? That after work someone should eat?
It's even worse for not having the job of your dreams.
I shouldn't have respected myself in any way...
How dared I...
Oh, and how dared I understand Any of your needs,
Any of your plans,
Any good Deed done
To Learn that
It was all for their contemptuous lies.

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.

For everyone there is a place,
What is given to you is given to you
And you must take it,
Never fight back
As if you do
There will be consequences.

I wasn't the chosen one
But you forced me in
For God knows what
And God knows what
For whom and what I fight,
No matter what,
No...! Matter what you are
And what you think,
What you believe in,
See and fight
For that which is right for you!

"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.

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!

Helping them become
A disease to the Society...

Old, Old, Old
Spread of diversity.

Some disease are good, some are bad...

Spread of diversity:
Old, Old, Old.

A disease to the Society
We are helping them be.

Come, let's get out and find
Our garden of hopes,
Two lost souls in a maze of dreams,
Dopes
Looking for those party ropes
To pull the devils out of our kind.

Of Sin and Sinners we have heard
It's tired-some as sin is everything today...
I wish my heart and life quite clean.
I'm tired.

If you're not cheating, lying well,
If you don't go for what they stand
Too proud for...
'Have tried, you know...
Now I can't stand this anymore.

As they would
Then they wouldn't do
What they are asking
Coming through
In ways you can accept
Then be
Upset and vexed,
Just how I' d be.

But still, they would
Look for a way,
If you don't take the examples there,
The best ones out there
For which you can stand
Too proud for...
I can stand proud for...
Alone
Together dreaming well,
A hide and seek play
Left în times that were
Forgettable...
Then  war was on!

Now who's a better example and why.

The only thing that would Please your eye
Would be me, lying in a gutter
All ashamed with what you managed to arrange for me.
If one Day out the news would Please your Wounded heart:

Dead body, slayed in the most horrible fashion.
Gruesome scenery.
Attention!
Enjoy at your own mercy capacity!

There is so much poison running in your veins,
If only you knew, how much poison,
You'd be amased, amased you would be,
You, poison.

And there's so much of a cell
Walking, tall or small, running for your love!
Running for all your love,
Your heart and soul,
Running.

Save the world,
You poison,
You Angel,
You soul.
Promise of a new world,
Promise of a new world awaits.

Clean imperfection,
Clean and show and clean,
Like the roses in a ***
Of Champagne for a corpse,
Like the roses petals
Told "You will survive"
Well, in my heart and soul,
May you find another excuse to lose a good soul,
May find another way to lose control,
May you save the world that's to save.

May you know love that's forgiving,
May you never touch me with the soul
Losing my faith.
May I never be wrong.

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.

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...

How much I hate this world
And why
Would you believe it
Or I Will have to show you?

All my tries
To make something better
Of the show
Of mercy and pride...
We've been through...
I was too faithful,
Perhaps I had to learn...
What lies behind each and every human.

If art is such a sin
Then I don't want to be there for you
Then, I find that I want to...
Make life
Out of life
Out of life
Until death showed us better.

On the waves of an ashen sea
A silhoette dances tonight,
It stars with one a strange dance
Soon becoming a lasting duet
Turning Shadows to cinders dropped from the skies
To meet the earthly remembrance
Of what we had.

On the waves of creation of matter
In concrete world we evolve
As standing proud issues restoring
Grounds and lives forgotten in time.

And times matter and matter times
As eyes are tearing and voices crying
And craving laughs, craving laughs
With sorrow.

A tearing sound of melody telling the soul I have
But you despised, teaching me how to leave it all behind
Ease the pain, let others live their lives in vain,
Their lives in vain for me.

The tearing sound of what used to be my soul, the love I had and lost
For you and your despair
You made me lose
I'll make you stay and rot.
Your lives in vain, your lives in vain,
All lived for me.

That tearing sound of love that I had and carried in my soul
With me forever,
Addicted to that love
For a beautiful sound, for a beautiful heart
That meant a lot...
Only you ruined it, you ruined it hard
And I lost, I lost the one and only precious soul I had fought,
Oh I Have fought and died for!

I saw you in everything since then,
I saw you and I saw me and there was us everywhere,
In everything you lost, I lost...
I loved, but the world was too powerful and bright
To tare it apart, to tare it apart...
It tore it apart
Hard.

It's been a long time ever since,
When, oh, when will that hurt heart's wound mend?
I care,
So, if I do I must pay! I must obey
Some rule of the dead,
The killer
Of everything we loved.

So, I cared and I left,
I didn't care and I remained,
The other way around happened to bring back news.
"I hope it's not diarrhea from the *****!"

So... I  K Red
The CaallRed world you need to stand up against and fight...

I hate it when I lose like that!

But it's been a long, a long time since I fought
For your love, your life, your rust running through my veins
Turned into hot precious metal again.

I hate you!
I hate it when you lose like this!
Now go a-head, cry all your tears then stand like a man against the world that hurt you so deeply.

You brought me flowers,
A red roses bouquet!
As I was famished I ate one alive,
A thorn or two glided down my throat
Now I need treatment for a cold.

You brought me Coffee and fresh bread,
A cupcake and croissants
Three days in a row
I sit and watched them, painted them
Until the bread and cupcake ran stale
And the Coffee stood too bitter
Hard like a glue
Glowing surface for the blued croissants.

God fell in love with me
Even my *** laughs ROCKing the bottom
I think it's the other way around
But let's keep hoping.

God fell in love with her
She's actually pretty and wonderful,
Deserved all the best,
Fought well and won
God loved her more,
Oh, well, have some fun.

I should have killed her, I know, I know!
For the love of god
My vanity table's prepared
To show me all the answers behind the shells hearts cracked
With a question: Why?

I should have played along,
The Competition for God's love was on,
Competition for God's sake on!
What more do you want?!

God fell in love with us.
We've set our minds to great progress,
We work, we dance,
Inking our heart's grounds
To a certain extent
For our rivers to pour rivers of progress.
It's said: "God fell in love with us"
But I believe it is the other way around.

That life was unfair
Was wrong.
Life was all fair
Unfairnot

Inexcusable.

I tried and failed,
Then tried again, succeeded
Then tried
To do
That which is the Inexcusable good.
It turned up bad,
Which at some times felt very good...
Some others being bad and loud and terrible.

Ruined for having good healthy dreams,
Stupid but wonderful wishes,
How to improve? On your degrees?
On your great being?
On your Achievements goals and Fame?

Keep dreaming.

Ruined for having some goals,
Taken on great height to see the world,
Posibilities and lovely homes,
Put down to see just where one can help...
One can help if one can help.

Ruined for having a mind and a soul,
I guess for you it should be only the material
But when it is that,
Oh, when it is that all the **** starts to fight,
Pray and fight and ask for some light
To Fry out all the stench and make it out
As the powder that came out of a star.

Maybe I was forced to exist!
You stupid ****!
But you had to be a hateful ***** and destroy my crap.
For this I may be grateful sometime....
Only now
There is work to do.

'Kept trying to understand
Why would you hate me.
The world was grateful somehow
With you,' am right?

If only I could burn all this hell
To create out of the poison
The blade,
That magic blade to use
Only in times of need.

The magic blade to cut and heal the flesh
That was infected.

Turn poison into that which can make happen
The miracle of living a life much wanted.
Their thirst for blood brought truth out...
Here, I was cursed. All that was brought to me was fair: I lied.
You trusted me? I tried...
We loved each other so much!
Oh, but now it seems it's over...
When was it not
Like that...?

Why didn't I listen?
I think I was just a child.

Now you cry?
Well, be it a lesson and calm down,
Make a life that's meaningful for yourself and some... New one.

Ah! The joy in destroying great couples lives!

Of course, one would have loved to **** that one who did this horrible Deed.
But one found something one played as peace then learned...

Then I can't expect respect from anybody.

Lovely
                        These
                                                      Traps.

It. Is Good to know how much I will despise myself.

"If I died... Would that ensure your happiness, my love?
'Cause I' d die for you..."


Why are you here?
To make me stay and wander again what righ or wrong?
What should I do?
And why?
To make me feel much worse for I still have to obey
The ugly rules of a yesterday I wanted forgotten...
A past nobody wanted.

Why are you here?
What do you want?
What is your purpose in life?
You ruined it.

What's wrong?
Am I still annoying? Still here, existing, doing,
Saying something, struggling
Easily!
Pis-Pis-******* you
Like a **** in boots,
Like a star, like a rock taken down from the Mountain,
Like a river of black
Pain
Like a peacock lost for the vain
To keep taking, keep nurturing,
Keep saying something... worth being told.
Rain
Like a piece of cotton-candy thrown to the blue halo
Space embraced saying that I am ******* you
Like a ****-Bussed-Rouse,
That home-made cookie you poisoned
Then threw to the garbage.
Now Make it good.


"If I died... Would that ensure your happiness, my love?
'Cause I' d die for you..."

Great times

Migthy poems

I didn't know how important I am,
Being dead meat is a solution
Of the great
To have all the things they need,
All the things we need.
How to become that strong,
Get myself out of some filth,
Perhaps I didn't have any clue,
Killing my time with this nonsense of a poem
Saying to you only
The fool I Have become,
Saying to you what a life I wanted to make
And what a great dream I dreamt...
Perhaps, I didn't have a clue
How important I wasn't.

In the world likes a *******...

So the grounds full of worms were created
For the pieces of **** we all make.