A midnight break.
The burning door. Manslaughting
begins. Dehumanizing. Terra firma cries.

A new fall. Moon is
fading rains tears. An unborn
god dies. Somewhere you are caged.

Night terrors. A lilly shuts
the eyes. The blind iris starts searching
Buddha in the garden of the love.

Let my pain go, then
I will think of you during break.
I was teaching pure truths.

You disturb my sleep
to read the holy books again. Why we
were guilty of not taking arms?

Don't shoot at bull's eye.
It doesn't bleed and you always misfire.
Your fingers will play Beethoven.

Don't break the moon
like a femme fatale. The poems.
will not be able to breathe.

As a confessional, such
pain from the burning home? Can you
write on the walls? Laughter and death?

The ****** comes with
tears. The hero has left the
ashes. The beauty will search for an appendix.

Between poverty and
theology. I want to take on you
in moonlight, but is not controversial.

It was very beautiful,
the rain dance of symphony invoking
the godless punishment.

How can you carry a
crowd to complete a journey at the
bank of the river of blood?

In abstract, I see
you. It was knowledge, moving on
sledge. The desire wants to come.

No future can be
conceived. The words are floating
but no meaning can become invader.

Can you show me
ethnic love and wash all the
tricks to change the gods?

I would take a call
after I seceded from my wounds.
It took me a while to become Buddha.

You outshine, being
a wave breaker. I touch the
stars to squeeze light from dark curves.

Will you remain
vegetable? Your fingers play
like the blind pianist on my face.

Your mercy was very
little O god for equal-halves.
Nobody was perfect.

Alive and kicking
yet harmless, the moons were
alone in togetherness.

You always lied. How
deep was your pain, when the sun
was rising without light?