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.

Distraction to tease us to the bore.

That I never wanted to hurt you
But I am sure I will
So I'll leave
I'll hide
'n Die

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.

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

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...

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.

Dragging us back to the war...

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.

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! "

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

To all your poetic senses!

The humility I didn't learn...

       The patience I didn't try...

               The pride that didn't test me...

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

More ***** more food!
Yummy!


And now I (should be so happy)
Yummy Yummy happy!

But when on war Chocolate is too hard to find and women all around
Eat one another
As men do

And when one needs only a can of hot soup to help them go through the day
It means they were extremely trained.

And when one needs only to Sleep somewhere clean and finds that place one feels like a King.

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...

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.

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.

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 ****....

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.

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 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...

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?

If a pig said so I am going to commit suicide,
If a pig said so... I am going to end with my life
'cause some pig said so and a ***** arranged it all to happen!

Sure... If a pig and his *****... Did and said so...
Everything for the pig and the *****!

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.

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.

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.

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

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...

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.

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.

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.

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

Saved by a Phd.
A drunk in a puddle of rose petals,
An honest worker, a fellow mate,
Someone you didn't know too well but can respect,
A lost poor soul or an idiot knowing much more...

How did you treat her? And what about him?
Is it okay? How do you feel?
Here, take a little happy return of a favour
Made from a friend to a friend.

A poor soul lost, a friend or the enemy,
A rich, perhaps famous or a leech,
A **** or a perfectly aligned stich
For the society we live in...
So said the vow, so spoke the law...
Now what can I say?
It may end up okay for everybody.

Could you miss evil?
Can you believe that there was something like this in the world?
May I believe in the good will and sanctity of these acts of cruelty?
When one's too proud...
But when one isn't
"Yes! I 'm too proud to live a life I do not treasure." he said and moved on, found a better place, a life that matters,
A life for which he mattered more. "
That courage one would love to have...

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...

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!

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.

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!

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.