I walked around the streets, an inch away from weeping, ashamed of sentimentality and possible love.

Smoke hanging in the air
The feeling of falling is not fair
Lisping out my empty thoughts
In the form of shots
Poured out one after another
Drunk off of you
I’m intoxicated by your presence
But your love is not present
I once thought I was falling for you
But I was just falling for your lies
I was in love with those eyes
But they were just a disguise
Hiding the real you
You’re the masked bandit
Covered with lies, but all I want is truth
I want to know the real you
I want to really love you
Feeling this mutual feeling
With no mutual ground
My razor kissing my skin
Instead of your lips
I never thought falling in love
Would mean falling out
I never thought kisses
would turn into stitches
I guess thats what happens when
You get love drunk

I mean nice
in the most sarcastic way
'Cause I disagree
with everything you have to say.

It is time,
Madame,
To show your neck
To the blade
And tonight
To lose your head.

Gratitude for the rest of the day,
giving smiles away,
things are going well,
sinners with no bells.

Right now In your mind,
people will be around,
Doors and windows open tomorrow,
library of the universe,
Loving every human being in excess,
Banks without any money to borrow.

Leaves with the fear of being on the air,
Life is not always fair,
lions in the jungle with goats and lambs,
Loving life my dear friends.

Victor Marques

Banks without any money to borrow.

Carve the words into paper
the tree of poets endeavour
leave your reader richer
with the fruit of your labour
take all to a place unheard of
while all the while leading-
them to water nourishing-
the root of Mankind artwork-
Poetry painted with tongues
on the winds of generations.