He was a simple man of simple words,
or high-school girl with broken heart who thought
they had a message, or a call, or not.
Arriving with a sense of the absurd,
a bittersweet purview on life and love,
together with a gift for nuanced phrase,
appreciating how the language plays
upon the mind and tongue, they rise above
the well-worn similes, the tired cliches
for days, perhaps for weeks.  Then comes the time
when human ugliness shows up to flay
the budding poet.  The evidence of crimes
committed: smoky circles, nameless gray
reminders of whose gifts they took away.

and the Adulteress wins again.
the girl gets the bed
and the Adulteress has the rest.
A hellish romance,
formed from a devilish grin,
the Adulteress holds his soul
in her heartless hands.
Cruel intentions on an adventure
to take them all,
and the Adulteress
leads the quest
never getting hurt
in her bulletproof vest.
It won't end until
the Adulteress finds her best fit

it's hard to wake up...
When it's light, but you can feel the dark.
you dont want to get up
you can barely inhale
every chord of your soul
begs for mercy and bail.

you cant look straight ahead
you look back and regret
you cant rejoice or smile
slumber, constant denial.

you can sleep when you're dead
they said.
you can do this and that
but what
i spent years asking
please send help.
i guess i have to wait till im dead.
they said.

There are billions of others just like me no matter which night.
We all offer the same thing, we all give off that light.
But should I go and let my fire die
there'll still be those that notice and wonder, why?

Because I'm one in a billion, and I'm still your favourite star.
Light years from your world, but to you that's not very far.
Because when the night drops down with darkness,
you know your sky will not be starless.
We all give off the same kind of light,
but you think that I stand out as bright.

The truth is that I shine for you,
because when I feel dark,
you help me pull through.

You are one in a billion here on Earth,
but your heart is what determines your worth.
From where I stand its easy to see,
that your heart burns as bright as can be.

My snowball-like puppy barks like a bird,
Whenever that sparrow enters my window
Like a sudden sunray of winter.
She perches on a luminous spot
To sing him the sweetness of nature, that
She composed when dawn kissed her feathers.
He rhythmically stirs air with his thin white tail,
And concentrates ******* imitating
The morning song of little sparrow.
Days walk like this on my room
Resonating with their twittering symphony.
Now I think, maybe it's not only a music lesson
But a chapter of learning the secrecy of flying.
'Cause yesterday afternoon I dreamt,
My puppy flew out of the open window
With his two new glittering wings of sparrow,
Singing the brightest song of freedom.