Every time I miss her,
I suffer from a single thought
every time I kiss her -
she loves me,
she loves me not...

Travelled from a distance,
a single glance just to be cought,
for my precious mistress
she loves me,
she loves me not.

Questions like these warring -
for my sanity they fought
Her feelings never showing,
does she love me...
...she loves me, not.

The city lights and the people in the street
Here am I passing by expecting that you and I will meet
It's crowded here again, and I can only see my shadow
Oh wait! There you are, in the crowd watching a show


“Excuse me.” I uttered in every people who's passing by
But the show is over and they already said goodbye
You're running away again from me
Shall I chase after thee?


“Lady! You might get tripped!" shouted by a child
“Watch over!” he added, and I only smiled
I can't lose the guy whom am I chasing after
I shouted in the middle “HEY STILL REMEMBER--”


You ignored me and people are laughing
My love, am I really annoying?
You said you'll comeback to me
But I was left alone under the tree


I asked myself “Am I existing?”
Or to your memory I'm slowly disappearing?
Before I forgot I am only your shadow
Who's always chasing you after the show

He set a motion that tied the night
with a surge of peace through flight
A walk at pardoned him for this fight
the doorway sought now
as his fortune with the moon!

And a primal scream that retaliated fraught
but down by fairgrounds his doggy run
still furry friends rode in heat,
and they couldn't be sheep in these latitudes that wool adorn
when a caper was a precedent.

If ghosts perched upon the cases
where sprinkles attended from where they stay
but they must defame those breeds
with suggestive wiles they rehearsed.
furthermore their embrace did employ
what dignified lust was another cornflower day

Mind like a night sky
Far-off stars dying, make me want to die too
Forever gazing at the day sky
Sky blue like the denim above my shoe
The sky looks stained through my window
As I stare, self-contained in thy limbo

I want it to show
I want red eyes,
           tear stained cheeks,
           ******, bruised knuckles
I don't want these echos in my head at 2 a.m
I don't want these images burned to my eyelids anymore
I want to wear it, to show it
I want it to cover me, to surround me like it did my parents
I want it to show but I hide it
                  So they don't worry

My words come back  
To me, speak
Of my house of cards,
My house of freaks.
How the danger
lingers near -
How she whispers
in my ear -
How the torture,
So divine -
Holy
Mother Valentine!

(hope you liked it)

A poetic
password feels
right today
as she
drew lines
parallel with
her cadence
that logic
shorten arc
of real
flatulent her
desire now
circumcise blind
interaction to
dissect lateness
but to
ensure righteous.