25 daydreams and nightmares i've lived
25 trees i climbed and fell from
25 poems i wrote and then destroyed
25 cherries i stole from Death's lips
25 times i danced in rain trying to forget the pain
25 hopes i found and hopes i lost
25 cigarettes i smoked until suffocation
i died a little more  25 times.

25 years seem sometimes like they went in a blink;
sometimes like it's been an eternity.

i'm looking in the mirror trying to find
a sign of peace
a trace of light
but i can only see
the ugliness building up
the heavy rain in my eyes
the craks in my skin
the 25 wringles life has put all over my face,

25 years and i feel too old, too tired, too weak
to destroy
these 25 walls
i've built
around
myself.

Unchecked religious theory assumes the form of an economical meal from which lunacy devours freely and selfishly ..

Misty morning tranquility ..
Tell of your prequel to daylight if you please ,
Soothe the weeping skies , keeping the March storm at bay
Culling the colorful , fragrant flowers as a gift upon my table ,
Exposing the facade of nighttime , the western winds that reveal the day .
An eager cloud lowered to Earth , to paint natures palette in a most curious way ..

The peace of flowers is a tender orchestra
Green
Ah the green
Slowly entertains my waiting
I imagine their notes
As the sun
Ah the sun
Warms my pen

Love and desire, two different ways to ignite the fire.

earth is so cool
earth is so nice
earth is the worst
earth makes me cry

The sun is rising
Heat is arriving
Birds start chirpping
  Good day  As
   A  bit of light appears
From the sky above
     Hevan
       I call to you

Ah...
So busy doing something  
Never ends
   No breaks seems
    & u still creep in my mind
     SO this way I don't
    Over  react  
         Relaxed
Always better days
     To come