I am glistening
With pride
You won't see me
Maybe the clouds hate me
If I am blue near the skies
The Sun will come out soon
The heat on your shoulders
Will make it easier for you
At the end of suns and moons
You will always have me
A distant lonely star will touch you
The gas implodes when it can't feel love
If you're fed up with me
Remember my star died a billion years ago
So, you are looking at an afterimage of me
If you believe the spirit resides in the starry night
You have been led astray
I left you for the moving planets
Where immobile as I may be
I am never disappointed in me
That is why as I star I will provoke hydrogen's bombs
You may find planet Earth to be a hydrogen jukebox
Soon you will heal him
As I turn into helium
As you forget me

I would rather
Stay indoors
Than get to know more people
Unless I could help
If they could help themselves
Stay outdoors
People know more
When they ask for the Earth
If we could lessen our usurious nature
We could take a lesson from nature
Nurture each other
Save others
While others
Rescue
Some squander
Once we plundered
Old men who shampooed their dogs
All they had was their daily routine
And so should we
I don't want any more than a normal life

Take me out
There is a lot to see
If you feel alright

Know your neighbor
If he keeps guns
If the labor is down with disease

Promise your mother
You'll stay indoors
If the apocalyse comes knocking on your back door

The streets are lit up
Gentleman are chained
Old ladies faces are smokey
Today and yesterday are the same
We have tea from the common cup
Will you find some change in your pockets
Or do I dream on your lazy afternoon
The room is cloudy
The faces of ghosts are visible
Maybe I have had too much *****
Or too much poetry
She wears her spectacles for a change
And looks around for the sign of the day
The house is wearing a coat of laquer and depression
It smells of turpentine in my room
She may say there is too much trouble
If I am sleeping and awake right now
It's because the memories are raw
From the night that passed with uncertainty
I was on the edge of daintiness
So I scrubbed the floor off blood
Men chain me to the floor
In wine lies the truth
I have too many suitors and the fight turned violent
Now I am left counting heads and the women nag me
For a marriage of compromise
They know I sleep on the floor
If candlelight stays I reside by the bed
With a book by Vonnegut
They say don't turn your back to the enemy
Now they call me an embarrassment to my family
An oddball as I wear shoes upside down
With heels faced upwards
And the stilletoes non existent
A service lady could be more in style
Stemmed in hatred
If they ask for betrayal they get it
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
I run into a dark alley unknowingly
They know I am unloved
River deep and I am mountain high
****** as ice and as watery as Dali's paintings
Smoke rooms and soda are clubbed together
To make a perfect day
Life is a series of perfect days now
I wish I died sleeping

One can only count on themselves
I had a friend who told me
We were hurting our mother
I soon realized that a mother never fails you
It just loses control of you
Now I am looking for my brother
In a burning ****** forest
The fiery leaves have turned cold ash
They would have been golden and red
Yellow and black perfect for the slashing
I cannot believe there was an early funeral for the forest
And we burned our friend to a crisp
Laying our possibilities to waste
By searching for tastier plausible solutions
To run our automobiles
And the high flying businessman
Make the most out of greed
As we lose hope and face despair
The corporation aren't playing it fair
This is no longer a children's game
People have given up on their children's children
Streams of contamination are all we have in this prairie

Do what you want to do
I wish you rested in spring's adventure
Mayflowers move across St. Louis
And Missouri has the same heat
I never change if I remember these things
At the end of the world I go away
If I don't stay and the Sun revolves
The Earth sits as the wars have their attention
We ignore our Mother and so do the followers of religion
If we knew that true love was not wrong
We would be true to ourselves
Why do I tip the balance
When I grow older and older
As the rivers carry the bold fishes
Who may live longer than they swim
How long will we **** the seas
And the rivers will never see an ocean
How long will the trees make paper
And no longer strange scented silhouttes
In the ground of beautiful Earth
That my parents taught me to appreciate
Corporations confined me to the deracination
Of thou tempests that flow through placid skies
Where arboreal forests touch
Till they can no longer set foot on Earth again

I bless the world
I want you to explore the spirits
With you and I cannot speak
When my life loses purposes
You silence the markets
I need to buy ingredients
You are an inspiration in a prayer
You are hope in a nightmare
I come out of the eye of heaven
With the blind who are now healed
Evening is spread out against the sky
They can smell the rain
Instead of fear of darkness approaching
Above a goodness resides
Other people tell them
Judgment day appears twixt blue skies
And the marriage of the stars and washed night skies
Soon the forked night opens up a new kind of pitch black
We all are blind
And soon we hear song of free people
This should not be so hard
Just a bit of imagination
And God's adjudication
Blind people find their hope like I do
At the end of a dark tunnel of love

Believe in God
Because a lack of faith
Doesn't make much of a protest
A little devotion goes a long way
Till you can walk in your own footsteps
Search your soul
Bless the child
Express yourself
Admit your lies
Let the truth set you free
And you'll be moral again
If faith seems to falter
Believe in yourself
Taste the sky
And know that it is all painted
In his mind of creation and preservation
May you be joyful and true to thee
Holy holy
We need your prayer
Share your posessions
Leave your living outside
Look inside the gates of Eden
Every morning praise the Lord's romance

Give me a minute
The numbers don't have seconds attached to them
I'm hanging by God's thread
I expected a hammock
Not a tight rope walkers act
Or a comic's drunken crawl
I am in the third act of the play
To get my money back from Banquo
Aided by the stealers and murderers
My back hurts and I cannot hold the throne
So, I steal the crown for them all
Now my sagging breaths
At least have turned into numbered ones
And I am not afraid of death
Or the laurel wreath of freedom
Hope has come
The thorns have caught me
I cannot leave my position
Instead, I am an imposition on you
I am truly sorry
Because I worry too quickly
My mind screams,"I love you"
So give me a minute
To muster courage
For just three words
And that minute will make my day

When I see a butterfly
If I see a distant sunrise
I will see you in the next life
As cats who have nine lives
If the lives are pointless
Nevertheless, I will wait for you
At the end of the world
As I see the tide rise
The city will still have it's fairs
A country will submerge
But, I will never promise to leave you
And the tide will reverse
The sun will open up the skies
And clouds will drift away from the rainy ones
And heaven will be a rainy walk
Or maybe I just dare to justify my innocence

I am going to bring up a holler
To make a dollar
I'll call up the orchard girl
Ask me to send me two
So, that I can work next Sunday
My girl got me on a rap
She don't let me out
Until I buy her flower for her son's grave
Soon, he shot himself
After, the Sundays became too frequent
After he turned sixteen
All the bar's closed on him
And the world closed in on him
Divorced parents didn't tell him
Don't blame yourself
Divorced from reality
He didn't know who'd help him
If he wanted to be twelve
When school was easy and life was taught
In home science, a girl gave him hyacinths
Foreign feeling and love wasn't the same in the end
He already started cutting his bolted veins
And counting his breaths
The city doesn't provide a living
If you can't struggle for a future
The city doesn't provide a loving
If you can't struggle to pray for sleep
He had paid his dues
Life is yours
And it is tough
So make it count
Till the fight is done

Her head full of roses
I cannot touch her in the process
But, I wish her the best
Because I wish her the cities
That are empty and solitary fulfill her green mind
Moses and his pedagogue followed us
Found us in gravelly streets instead of water's long passages
Under grave skies that once danced
Now, wish they were blue-eyed like an innocent child
I would rather be under her roses
Despite, the thorns that circle into shrubs
Brushes of Van Gogh make up the pure blush
Of such roses
My lover does not compare
To such beauty
Since, such beautiful features
Belong to a person of pure intention
And fair judgement without malevolence
Where the mountain sheep reside peacefully

A screaming man dies
So does the wailing die
When we go out of this world

A small town burns
So does the fire burn
When we go out of this world

A small child cries
So does the mother cry
When we go out of this world

A lake dries up
So do the fish die
When go out of this world

At least people live on
Maybe, their loved ones don't stay alive

They say war thins
A population
What about disease
Does it educate one?

Where did you go my blue eyed sky
Where are you my round faced world
Where is the worshipper of the Sun
Do they still listen
When the forests are rich and deep
Where hope is simple
So, I believe everyday
I can do something differently
This man prophesizes futures
And my mother still saves my soul
I saw a man's patience die
As his loved one sped away
From the window of his house
I still love you, he said
As he has aged
The meaning of his words has aged
The essence has stayed the same
A frown should make no difference
Pity, he has no one to share his mortal heart
That died with an utter scream
In a gutter where no one sees
Reprieve didn't save this alcoholic
Only the choices left
Were what he got
His options were short
He has no power over himself
Where are you my blue-eyed sky
Where are you my round faced world
Where are the worshipped ones
Who stood and listened to the sermon?

Look out child
You don't know your rights
So, stay inside
There's a war out there

Her sarcasm cuts like a knife
Her dress writes like a poetry
She tells me,"That poem is too long."
My poetry is no song that can make her breathe

Her wishes turn to acrid gestures
I'm at the end of her condescension
And I lose face within
I once thought my chagrin lost me

Well, she tells me time's on my side
I realize that I'd been taken for a ride
Saint Augustine knows me
He says treat her carefully

He tells me she is the siren of the east
Well, the visions of Urma
Show me a future of dignity
Present and past are just two points of a compass

When the relationship ends
You are left with no future
We fought so much
When the car broke down

We didn't talk that much
We just kept pushing and pushing
Until the love was lost
It startled me when my past haunted me
Kings and queens nurtured me in my sleep

Walls and alleys forged later
Clocks had stopped
Her beauty ignores me still
Her shadow follows her and is too dead to dream

Like one possessed I kept praying for us
No more lies
No more hiding as I chased her
One day we will refuse each other

Another compromise
They say beware of your pride and false hope
A thing that you say when you are in agony
Her steel eyes and gold heart will **** you

Make kindness a rare virtue
Sometimes she gets so ornery
I cannot hide that I am ordinary

I want to instead explore
As extraordinary free men do
Be free of your visions of failure and downfall
As I grow into the cocoon

Where the circadian rhythm of crickets are dead
The butterfly has no wings
And is only used or abused as metaphor
When the day comes

I will love you with the stories of a thousand starry nights

Finally, I said
Wear a grin
The President's men
Have left
In these times
There is sin
Before the junk jangles
And the fire burns the forest
All the corruption is corrupt
And all the bankrupt are ruptured
And we are drinking alcohol
In the concrete jungle

I waited for hours
When the orange skies
Turned red and cloudy
I left and folded my clothes
The night will not be kind
I yawn as I cry
Soon I fill my heart
With heat of a kerosene stove
My stomach is empty
My feet are bare
My mind's full of worry
So hurry gimme some free money
Or it will cost somebody
The flowers that now thrive
Will grow cold and die
Like all of me
But, it starts with a drizzle
We were hundred miles away
The last train decided to stay
We were nowhere each day
Someday what will I find
As I leave my old life far behind
Soon I'll be hungry
Some food will find my way
As I go home to beef and soup
Pilsners and limousines wait for me
My master is chasing my ma around
A coach carries a couple to a British Inn
The Cadillac's are dull and empty
Cream colored crops have no farmers
Beers have no friends
Cigarettes only have solitary thoughts
That go up in smoke
I miss the fast food joints
Where burgers and shakes take the cake
Lakeside boats are perfect
An automobile waits for me
As I am on my way to my prison cell
Somebody gave me too much money
To spend so I bought a fake Monet
I had a million dollar bash
I may have been a beggar but I was a tool

Smile though
If you are aching
Smiling is a teacher
Smiling is like the sunset
Smiling is a student
Smiling is like burning determination
Smile even when you are cold and lonely
It keeps the demons away

Well, it lurks like a lark
At night
Left for the day
To some miscarried end
Flames that flicker in the abyss
Are just lost
Sure, you bend down to the empire
Will you stay with me when we change the world
As a protest we are the voice
As a voice we may be insincere
If we keep struggling we may find clarity
In the bishop of the church
Who hears us and asks come near
Votive candles burn and heaven hushes and roars
The eagle soars and sprawls
As the executioner calls
The streets are already dead
We just haven't lost

Are the lights still beautiful
In New York city
Does Delhi still have its vegetable vendors
Does India have rooms for the lost and lonely
Or is the highway to Hell
Paved with the souls of many
Does Times Square still have the buskers
Or has music left the air with pollution
Do Frenchmen still have confidence
Or do they smoke cigarettes and drink coffee
All in stressed out in the colonnades of Paris
Do the regulars at the Louvre still come
To celebrate Van Gogh and Da Vinci
Or do they mourn the dead elderly in Italy
Is the burial of an ostrich
Or the hiding of a chameleon in plain sight
The inspiration we get from courageous
Mother nature
Or will hope see us through
The wrath of the almighty
Finally, we will not believe in archangels
Only destiny waits for the plenty
As the beach of heaven
Turns moss into emerald
Every time a life is saved
From the storm of life
The crimson cloud chooses
In the info-demic
No one can keep a secret
But, do you want to know a secret?

You can make a difference
But, why should the aged eagle stretch it's wings...

Honey I need your love
To control myself
There is no way you are going away
Against my will as you sail away
We've heard you once before
The time is lost on a Spanish ship
Never have we had a love so deep
We could lose ourselves in it

Homeboy, when will you come back
She is waiting for you
Behind the fishing boat
If you come back homeboy
She will welcome you with a kiss

The only place I can destroy
Is the courthouse
That steals hearts
And owns her art that has been sold
I truly feel all alone too
Without your permission
I cannot indulge in temptation and truth

Homeboy come back
Don't friends belong to you

Some genius
Told me to expect
Danger and death
I died because of the carelessness
Of some idiot who forgot
To fear God and the flood

Hey I think you're kind of special
You're the kindest person
You're hugs carry a magic
The spark knows the indecision of my soul
A kiss on the cheek reminds me of home
Mum

Hey, I think you're kind of gentle
You're the most generous person I know
There is a lushness in hair
That falls beyond compare
I wonder if ash has more wisdom
The grey of knowledge shows
A kiss from you I know I'm home

How do we spread love
If stand the risk of
Spreading fatal contagion
If you are looking out
For others
Do go outside
Because there is trouble
So don't panic
Spread peace
If your heart is troubled

Sometimes
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic

Do you want to be my
Friend in the apocalypse
Bury my best friend
In the backyard with me

Do you wanna play
Outside or call me up
When people have borders
When they are at war

With themselves

Do you want to respect
Mother nature
Finally, or live by the knife
Without introspection

Do you want to be owner
Of a lonely heart
Grow old with me
Young love will live through this crisis

Just say, yes
And cooperate

Je t'aime
C'est la vie
Your words are just lies
If our hearts hear different
Emotions
And feelings are a whirpool
That take me in
C'est bon
That's right
Let me calm down the storm
Soon I found you lost
Je ne sais pas
I don't know
Unless you have my book of love
Lost as rhyme
Time was tossed
J'apprends le francais
You try learning my name
Tu comment t'appele
Let me ask you to come to après evenings
Encourage me

When the color TV shows me windy beaches
I feel the heat under my neck as a relieve
If I drive by the rail road
You'll be the one I look for
You'll be alone reading a book
As you've said goodbye for good
Praying for the sinners in a temple
Asking for love is no sin
Its just like the knife
Which tricks me into kindness
When the cover of the night cuts like welkin
The ink runs dry
Critics and crowds are so turned on
Ill and proud I might be an outlaw
Sick to the stomach
Because their sickness reaches my mind
After the hours of the *** machine in the brothel
Pays a dime for a long night
Prays for a dollar for the burning wax candle
Well its hard to find romance in this dead dream
At least we drink from the cup of life
The lawyer fights for love
And loses to crime
When the day is done
He is to tired
To break bread with his son
To angry to understand right from wrong
He's sure he loves his familial time
Prison is an after effect of suicide
If I off myself I ain't deaf
Until I am dead
And the mermaids stop singing
And bite her peach skin
I bleed a little blue and get a red pony
For a white politician
A chromebird for a millionaire
I am walking on my own two feet
Too often as people drive cars that give flight
To a series of dreams
I lose dignity for a day with my mistress

There is no
Political consolation
For our trouble in
Evolution
There is no blood and revolution
Only the subjugation of the meek
What we seek we don't need
What happens when we seek victory
If our pollution is our only failure
And we are wrecked in ****** and fragility
Who will check our prejudices and color
If we loose control under the aegis of kings
As we forget about God through the ages
We are suffused with beauty
The darkness hides the light interminably
As the welkin rings with the bright of heavens
As servants of God
We need to sweep the streets of suicide and pain

I am blinded
By gunfire for the rest of my life
I don't want to live in
A prison cell
They are shooting
The stars
Waiting for the sun
Come on up
As souls find their peace
My car is out of diesel
We left earth too quick
The knowledge burns by a wick
The silence remains
No evidence of violence stays
Our scholars warned us
Ominous events made us paranoid schizophrenics
Turns out we weren't hallucinating this
Humanity is perishing
Yet they said we were perishable
We can struggle
We can lug our loved ones
We might not have enough ground
To bury our close ones
We might not have enough ground
For trees either
We have the whole earth
To look after as our sun closes in
And the moon wants more
Than being a shadow on our mere planet
I realized that today
After everything she has done
We are not any richer
Neither are we any poorer
It would just turn us into kinder and better people

There are no
Similarities between us
Just dead space

It is the bleak month of March
Colder than most
Yellow smoke comes out of the lower city
Turns the corner as I look around for apple trees in bloom
O'er by the streets the curtains hide stains
Most of us are cannot bear to stare
As we find love and loss together
No matter the cost as is always hard to bear
Love is the only innocence I fear
How much I need to be loved!
I've turned to money, ****** and mere crisis
Should I push the moment to senility
What more tools do I possess
As we bunch our posessions and indecisions
Soon we will have no choice but merely the tragedy of guilt
Many can say goodbye with poignancy
If the loss of hope is a short dance
Let the flowers bloom before they wilt demurred
Then of to dance with death is to find their rightful place
****** rosebuds gather while ye' may
In the forests of nature's blossom
Many people cannot let their fate weave
As their end nears and hope will not relieve the troubled soul
The fine things of life shall clear the clouds of doubts
Life is celebrated as their mind plunders their false notions
Window panes are shuttered and prisoners motion from inside
My mind is cluttered as it reminds itself
Don't get too clever or proud
They claim fortune favors the first
Because when the love's dead
You can hear time's winged chariot hurry near
So does the insipid illness of worry
As we wait for hope and ask love to hurry
You'll see that anger if you look close
In my eyes of insidious intent
Where civilization retreats in a lurid murmur
As the music of my mind plays and dances
I ask myself if I dare to be free
If I profess my love and take chances
Then my doubts follow
And my observations and destiny wait
At the crossroads to take a different step
My misshapen head is full of thin hair
The Ballad of The Thin Man plays
As I tap on my thighs amidst banter
They say bring his head on a platter
It's no great matter to take the poison of indignation
As the bitter matters settles with a smile and a tip of the hat
If I resign myself to the muses of my mother
And the dogma of my brother and sister makes me small
'Twixt my first novel is thrown from the shelves of the town hall
Now my hat is worn out and so is my smile

I sleep under a bridge
The hundred revisions of love letters
Lay rested on a day's rumination on my breast
It is a deep discussion on today's paper
A friend of mine cries out
Our debate has heated up
Our friendship is in cold storage
I doze off to the sound of cold thunder
A plentitude of temptations
A platitude of vast proportions
She walks in beauty of rumbling rumours
She trusts me and laughs like the flowers
When she is tempted to
Our angels may be invisible
But the love feels real
There are plenty of days when streets bleed
In the tension of crime
Which cuts like a knife
The wounded leopards lick their scars
Like a necessitous man lies naked in the cold night
I sleep under a bridge under the towers
Under the cover of your love, waiting
For you to bring me the warmest death
Under a common blue sky counting off the hours
Where I grow old without power or promise
And I shall wear the bottoms of trousers rolled
Lift my head up as I tear away
My sorrows from the fears
As years wind away like the minutes
I will sleep and purify the breeze
As the wind circles the dust under forked lightning
Turning ashes into a handful of lust
My love will leave behind gust
You will remember me as star dust
As you turn your eyes away for the last time, in disgust

When I was young
The days were cold
All of the streets slept
When the sun was in

I kept working on ships
As a child, you can't buy a miracle
All of my dreams
Have set out to sea

If I was too warm
I would lend my coat
To my supercilious supervisor
Who had now grown soft and conciliatory

I slept on vacant park benches
In second hand tailoring on the weekends
When I was young
I would ride empty buses

How do we ride on the bus
I am older now
But I still don't know how
To talk to people to my advantage

I'm sure
Behind those words
Lurks a solitary thought
Keeping you alive

I know you are
In pain
But, I just want you
To notice me again
When you're going insane
If things take a turn
We can go for a spin
Jump off a cliff
And fall in love
Someday

There is a rounder
Sun that settles
When the flowers are blooming
Sure that the earth is revolving
But, I will say the prudence
That makes your beauty
Is beyond love

Sometimes I will sit
Under the clouds
That shift and make shapes
Surreal and unreal
But, my heart will always
Know that it belongs to you
Under a rainbow, always

When the moon
Hides behind the purview
Of the darkest sky
The sun is waiting to come out
And the moon loves break through
My heart will know peace
Everyday if you are with me always

Sometimes I know
In the world
As long as
I can cope with your head
If you are in love with me
A struggle becomes a juggle
I giggle and cry when I am with you, always

She was the deadliest
Of flowers
I couldn't wait to smell
Her leaves
From where the dew drops free
But I had to wait
A thousand mornings
For the flower to bloom
Into the dawn
Before I could see her In daylight and hue
In a morning gown and silken hue
Like petals spread against the cellar door
If I look into her pupils
I will lose my mind
If I flick her anther
I will lose my own curiousity
Curious and coy
She is a lady, alright
I am a preacher among playboys
A floral delight
Who shows her beauty
In disguise
As I close my eyes
She takes my life
And I take her fears

It's not just some
Courage that can be bought
Or liquor that stores keep
It is a book of poems
That need some sin
To go with 'em
You tear the pages
Each word stares you in the eye

It isn't some
Courage that can be bought
If I can speak a little more
I might sell you paradise gates
Hear me call your phone
You pick me to choose life
And audaciously ask me
What should I live for?

Dear friend
Let me fill your pages
With love and cigarette burns
Let me hold you close
To my lips
Like a candle about to be blown
It's not just some
Courage that can be bought

Boyd and Candace
I am a backdoor man
On the front line
A hard luck soldier
I write prisoner's wives
From Western Union company

I am a dungeon keeper
If the weather allows it
A hue and cry calls from under
Tethered to a teletype desk
I am a victim of my pride
Boyd and Candace hear my plea

I am chained to a job
If I love my wife
My son grows seven
If I scaremonger in Plymouth
To call politicians fake
Boyd and Candace let me pull a gun

The judges reprimand me
With their eyes of steel
I escape my own anger
By praying that God grant
Me my death by a cocked revolver
Boyd and Candace pull a roll of tens on my bill of death

Ever since my wife died
My well
Hath run dry

Love comes
To those who want
Loves goes
From those who need it
That is the tragedy of life

I came here
Because I fell in love
With poetry
Not because I had an idea
Now I'm in love with a woman
And I am left without poetry
Only ideas about how
To **** myself
Like a mockingbird

When I am
F
R
E
E
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
Remember I am always with you

I want to write
You a poem
But I am too shy
So, I scream in my pillow
Thinking of your face
Next to a lullaby

There is a man
Staring at you
I feel his eyes all over you
He wants to be happy
But he misses his daughter
I hate writing sad poems

There is a sky
Full of clouds
I feel that the Sun will never come out
The road furthers the horizon
But I like sharing the sunset even if it's our last
I hate writing sad poems

There is a moon
Hidden by the moist clouds
The dark pours like cold water
You may shiver today
But I like seeing you in the rain
I hate writing sad poems

There is a guy
Who likes you
Who will never kiss you
As he is too scared
To write a sad poem

I had a feeling
We should be together
You're curious
But I cannot show my face
I am stranger here too

It has been 3 years
Since we've been as poor
As the rich and greedy
In this place too
I keep your dreams safe

We are astronauts
Who will make it to space
If Earth becomes empty
Or I can't touch your skin
Anymore

Men covered in cardboards
Cars that have fog lights
Burning most of the fuel
Left for the world
May be how we share disease

Before your feet turn cold
We can make love
As long as we don't cough
And grow old together
Or have a Corona during sobriety

Some of us
Are born
Happy
Some of us
Are born
Unhappy
In death
I chose love over happiness
It was my mistake
That I didn't know
They aren't mutually exclusive
At least I died a thousand deaths
And lived a thousand lives
And sang a thousand songs
Maybe, even loved a thousand lovers
When it came to be shown
To the exit
A thousand questions came
To my mind
The answers to all my questions
Was love
So I asked the doorkeeper
What is the secret behind
Inner peace
He told me
There is no greater love
Than letting passion ****
You slowly
I understood
I was born happy
But, I was born to be loved
Therefore, I was destined to be unhappy
If I thought I was alone
A thousand deaths wasn't enough
I had died a lonely soul
And I still didn't understand
What he meant by passion
How can one feel passion
Without life
In my confusion
I shouted at him
I am already dead!
He replied
You need to look at yourself
Truly
And stop thinking with fear
Have you ever cried?
Have you ever loved with your spirit?
Have you ever loved yourself?
In the end
It is the love we have received
That we can give
Otherwise men are destined to be cruel
And subjects of cruelty
If you think you can
Have a legacy
Without a sensible idea of peace
No one will understand you
No one will want to
That is your destiny
Which you believe will save you
From a pitiful conclusion
One without peace
Will know violence is like fear
It tears your soul
And affects others
Even when you are busy
Using your head
Then I finally said
Am I ready?
He asked
Ready for what?
I sort of asked in an impatient voice
To die a man without love?
He crossed his eyebrows
Curled his fingers
Considering my incongruous statement
And ruminated
I asked him, incredulous
What do you think you are doing, being silent?
He immersed himself in the cosmic ocean
I jumped to save him
And found salvation in rescuing his soul
From the clutches of rivers
The pernicious verses of Hell's gates
Under the porous cover of the night
He had deceived me
By telling me he knew all about death
At least, I found that I truly knew love
Peace never came
As a leopard never finds satisfaction
Chasing prey that runs away easily
Is the joy of living
And the struggle of resolution
A resilient person
Will know the difference
Between a hundred revisions
And a million doubts
A wise man knows when to stop
Sounding foolish is not bad at all
I noticed that the doorway of paradise
Opened in my mind's eye
And the gates were inscribed
"Where do we go to die?
Where do we go when we die?
Are sometimes the same question
If Hell is the answer."