He said

So the clockwork moves

Whenever you say

and

keep on being a fool

then time will remain still

But

I need a Lawyer

or

Three

God created Booze

for a reason

The Crone said

But

keep on being a fool

and then time will remain still...

She blew his vocal chords

Screaming in angst.

Can I trade my soul with yours?

They said.

KILL IT ALL AWAY

 

 

 

 

 

NIGHTS OF TOXIC RAIN

WITH MANHATTAN SKYLINE ENGULFING ME

AND YOU

LEFT TO THE STARS

AND I COULDN'T SEE YOU ONE LAST TIME

TO SAY GOODBYE

AND THE TEARS FLOATED AWAY

IT WAS STILL A WARM BREEZE

I WASNT

COLD

THEY PEEKED THROUGH THEIR WINDOWS UP IN THE SKY

A MOMENT OF PURITY

A MOMENT TRAPPED IN ETERNITY

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SUN

 

You wore them flowers so well

And surprised me when I asked for your picture

Your skin shined like the morning myst

Ethereal and magical

Like a photograph burned in my brain

I memorized every line

Your lips so inviting

I dreamt of their taste

I could feel your soft skin in my touch

One night I embraced my pillow

Fooling my mind and pretending it was you

Who I was holding

When I first met you I wrote a poem for you

Today is lost in between the madness of my life

But I remember it

God sent us flying

We took the the journey

And one day after a million miles

A million sights and sunrises

We crossed paths

And then our lives were entwined

 

Your light illuminates my sadness

Your heart heals my bleeding wounds

When I hear that you care my life is complete

I learn from you

You help me understand and believe

That there is goodness

When you spoke in your mother tongue

I was mesmerized

Your laughter and your joy was infectious

Sometimes I am confused

Sometimes I am numb

Sometimes I don’t believe

But today I also feel like

This could be something else

Something true

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Nightly Terrors

 

In my youth I didn’t drank that much

I would do it in rituals maybe once or twice a month

My mind was a sharp weapon

Unfiltered and untethered

I wasn’t famous

But I always believed I would be

I was unknown but I didn’t needed the world

I could float and felt like I could handle it all

I would get hammered in that balcony and write or draw

It was a good escape and it felt special

Today it’s lost it’s meaning

I’ve been in that dark void of oblivious nothingness so long

It’s become part of my DNA

It’s no longer special but very necessary

My face is broken

I’m bleeding from everywhere

My soul is a pulp

It helps ease the pain

But I’m escaping

No longer how much you run

Why do I keep doing this?

I wish I had a home

A family

And a dog

 

Santa give me what I ask for

Please

And get me some Whisky too

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Sterile Lights

 

Sterile lights

That blind us with shame

Exposing our scars

Living truths

of the broken Dreams

That follow us to remind us

Of the battles won

But yet deform our

Sterile sights

That light us with pride

Hiding our virginity

Dying lies

Of fulfilled Lives

That escape us to forsaken us

Of the peace forlorn

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