A nostalgic dream.
I live alone to meet the god.
Who were you to hold the prayers?

The genocide. Why does
it happen? Was it a second suicide
to hate the love of words?

To take solace, you
put your hand on heart to tell
the truth. The poem was true like milk.

Was it your happiness?
What is the definition, in soft water,
or like in the air. No one lives in a vacuum.

That is not the boulevard
going to the temple of invisible gods.
You were always moving in a sleep walk.

Hallucinations tend to divert
you. A study of human nature. I was
an outsider in my own house.

No answers help.
Can we become old together?
My wet poems were for mankind.

You carry the weight of my
love. I am trying to discover myself
You need noises to live. Silence would ****.

The moon was my soulmate.
Don't make death your friend. I am
asking god to change his style.

Let me think. Death
is your mother? Of life? It feeds you?
You cannot abandon your body without asking?

Think again. Who loves
you in the realm of chaos. The anchor
breaks. Let you swim now?

Socrates teaches you how
to die. Timeless pain tells the truth
You cannot refuse drinking hemlock.

O moon, you bleed
therefore you are immortal. Trying to become
real being to write the agony of darkness.

Was it a collective
crime. I look at the sky and
see the distancing stars.

Tweet at me. The sun is waning.
Why is the world alive? Few glittering
stones are ready to die.

We are all liers
No love is made. Racism? Tell
your agony. Money flies.

The faith is negated.
Talking to sun. Lot's of misery.
Savageness. Anxiolytic prevails.

How will you look at
the moon? The muse! Can go
silently for a suicide?

I am not you. You
are not me. When the different stars
meet? Another black hole is born.

Sitting for silent vigil.
Do not know who had died first
in the memory of first love.

There was no equation.
My tears split. I would not find you.
O god to love you forever.