I know this is a little bit late,sorry about that….
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you are born into the world
In homage to Poetry on the international poetry day:
sweet and sour emotions
mixed up by hearts music
blood pumping seductions
in your minds acoustics
dreams of nightmares
as they are made beauty
the weapons flares
with a taste so fruity
the green of the fields
deep in the blue of eyes
the crescendo of music builds
the sent of home-baked pies
comets and stars in night
Until the sun rises
making words be your might
Making my love wise
Have you ever look in too the sea
of penetrating eyes in society,lost.
Or his too much the I in the big we
the broken vows of lacking cost
the dreams at each color posing
with smiles or tears the hugs and loneliness
with desperation time loosing
the crimes of primary wishes, holiness
the masquerade as started now
you look at me and i see your pain
I take solemn and rigid bow
but its all time wasted in vain
you will never look at my eyes
you will never know my skies
I know you are my mother
I know there is no other
but there is no single bother
you just don’t know me
you don’t care to do it
I know is truth that nothing will change
But isn’t that really strange
don’t you think
And i blink
i am almost going like a fading shadow
but your too busy in your own meadow
and that is the end
there is no other bend
smoke and i am clear of shades
i go swim with swan bathes.
A mind filled with dreams of empire
Of words and peace and laughter
Wall’s broken down with ideas
Cascading from cherry painted lips
Morbid curiosity for others minds
And the parade of grey age falls
Like a drape on the dramatic halls
Sincerity in the knotted voice
Machinations of sharp pieces of metal
Grinding and click blipping
The hush of the world asleep
The light bulbs like hallos
On top of dark bums all around
The famine and the war
Like splattering sound
The words of abandoned hound
And the drums incentive the march
There is mountains and mist
Dim vision and collapsed breathing
I wake in the same wretched smell of yesterday
As it preys again in me
I long for the dream and
The releasing button
Drawing in despair hauling at the moon
I am a lonely dog with large wound
There was time where I was haunted
No love; No hope; only dreams
I was completely and sublimely daunted
And your hair found my fingers whims
there was time when I was lonely
yet to know true happiness face
I roamed my life with me only
I was dreaming of a lonely space
as I wish and long for you
those were troubled times too
and the time slipped away
My pain was not to stay
and the dreams of yesterday
made shining horizon
in your eyes the celestial bodies
of universe yet to me undiscovered
and the touch of your hands
was cure for my death plans
murmured whispers
and muffled voices
dreams of wishes
trapped in choices
I dream of words
that move
that silence the crowds
words that make devotion
I love the words of hate
I love words of love
words that kill me
they feed nectar in me
like blood on veins
they scream their existence
they valor inside of me
I wake I see them stopped
trapped as the dreams go on
dreaming
the seeming goal
of being heard at last
From the Daily Prompt: Seven Days
We never now what money is
just a promise made empty
My life without plans is like quiz
Be it either ten grand or twenty
I wish the true life was free
Of conventional papers with cost
And the dramatic spree
I wish this world was not lost
To the force of money and titles
but I can’t change that flow
There is no pulse or vitals
Society is delivered to this low
But money is the order
So I think I would be happy
At least happy to be sad
For the culmination of plans in my head
The day that I screamed loud enough.
this is my life….
this is my strife…
this is me saying enough
my life is not a play along
for your sad amusement song
did you hear me mom
Yeah its me your son
have you ever felt hated?
discriminated? lied to?
making hopes that never glue…
who the heck are you to decide
if I spit or not
a rhyme
shadows of past deep in the mind
things that you could never find
go away
you have no place to stay
not with me
today I am free
Drop the act this is my life
the words accumulate in my heart
like a knife in deep blue strike
and the news of my new part
There is silence in my echoed mind
there is no gasping grasp inside
nothing in here I can even to find
there is no bullshit all my life died
and the sugar-coated life in chains
there is no gain of blood in my veins
And I look arround at the silence
like a grape without it’s grains
there is no words of kindness
bread is served in the table
of the discontented dots
my hand with a knife isn’t able
like plants on its own pots
I am average
Average look
Average cloths
Average walk
Average Smile
Just another
Average Joe
Withh is average cigarette
his average walk
his average puffs
if you look at me
I’am average
But looks can be deceiving
My mind is not average
Do i try to hide, retrieving
It’s full of car’s made of cabbage
my mind is full of faerie tails
and sand stories in my throat
just another average guy
with his average poetry
trying to reach for the sky
on a flow of words
I can not control
the show of the average
the curtains will fall
