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 Nov 2012 lareeya
Jose Diaz
Wild heart runs through the forest,
it bathes in the River, it climbs mountains,
it flies like a bird and it screams with force
on dark nights it take refuge in the cave while the rain pass, it sings to the moon...
came out the bright sun and the heart is ready, do you smell it? it's the freedom...
maybe it's the madness... maybe it's crazy... maybe it always has been crazy,
but its soul is that of a child.

They say they hear its shouts of joy, they say it talk with the animals,
they say it grew up in nature and its youth is eternal...
its loneliness is its best friend, it never need anyone, it know what to do, i know...
its limit is the sky, I can hear its laugh
 Oct 2012 lareeya
Spike Milligan
Me
 Oct 2012 lareeya
Spike Milligan
Me
Born screaming small into this world-
Living I am.
Occupational therapy twixt birth and death-
What was I before?
What will I be next?
What am I now?
Cruel answer carried in the jesting mind
of a careless God
I will not bend and grovel
When I die. If He says my sins are myriad
I will ask why He made me so imperfect
And he will say 'My chisels were blunt'
I will say 'Then why did you make so
many of me'.

— The End —