Oh, please give me a good heart,
A whooshie, mushie soft heart you can throw your everything in,
Please, do give me the kind heart to take it all,
Your sword may rest and sink and rust or glow in it.

You brought me flowers,
A red roses bouquet!
As I was famished I ate one alive,
A thorn or two glided down my throat
Now I need treatment for a cold.

You brought me Coffee and fresh bread,
A cupcake and croissants
Three days in a row
I sit and watched them, painted them
Until the bread and cupcake ran stale
And the Coffee stood too bitter
Hard like a glue
Glowing surface for the blued croissants.

There's something about you,
Something of divine origin
Giving you the right to say filth of others!

There must be something of divine origin
About you, about you one would hear,
Know you can make of the noble filth,
Only filth covering them, still they're gold,
Gold to remain what they were, always.

There's still something about you.
Some made ruby rings out of you,
others went for diamonds
and diamond creators make spring come back again
Into your heart falling for stones
Rocks to dazzle and blind eyes and hearts of the jealous!

Don't mess with my rocks shining! They tend to blind you.
Watch instead the dozen roses murdered on your bed,
Think of the only precious nature that gave you your life back
In those times of sound crush, crashing against your enemy-friend
Educated perfectly well: He called for the ambulance.
ambulance saved your life. He brought you red roses.
You thanked with a faint smile. He lied that they were pale against your ruby lips.
You asked then for a diamond ring.

He brought you a ruby one claiming that you already had two diamonds instead of eyes.
A pretext offering a later escape from the duty to bring you new flowers.
You know, your skin ... the touch of a fresh flower petal... only yours was going to become immortal
'Cause you're a saint... and that's why... that's why he left....
He couldn't take it anymore
He needed some other kind of a best friend...
Someone with the ruby red lips real instead of his good lie told back then
When he thought he'd love you the same for more than an eternity.

I'm rich and I don't know it,
I'm poor and I don't know it,
I am a little star in this Universe
Somehow,
I am a puddle the pig of a brain part despising
Learned better.

Of what you feel
A merit of your soul
Your mate your own
Chosen gift.

Mock me?
What made you suffer like that?
What made you ruin a life?
What made you **** my flight?

What made you mock me?
Pride?A sense of Justice!
C'est la vie: "I The one who wasn't better won!"
It's love, dear.
Love you would not understand.
Because, if it's love it isn't...

I thought of killing you but then
I got distracted,
My missile redirected,
The bomb you've mistaken for my treasure chest
Going K-Boom on screens too many times,
Skeletons spread all around,
Past time broken,
Heart-felt joke.
I got distracted
And couldn't put an end to the whole world.

To all your poetic senses!

It seems to me that they have to do their something,
Like they always do,
Oh! Human businesses of ours...
Do, do, do... Lovely your do.
Say a prayer, whom ever might get helped in their times of need... Yohoohoo!
She can go to Hell and stay like that forever
Because there will always be a reason
To send someone to the greatest pleasures ever... My pleasure!

Your (great) example
If we'll still be sent to a ****
Treated with disrespect,
Prevented from living up...

The humility I didn't learn...

       The patience I didn't try...

               The pride that didn't test me...

There is so much poison running in your veins,
If only you knew, how much poison,
You'd be amased, amased you would be,
You, poison.

And there's so much of a cell
Walking, tall or small, running for your love!
Running for all your love,
Your heart and soul,
Running.

Save the world,
You poison,
You Angel,
You soul.
Promise of a new world,
Promise of a new world awaits.

Clean imperfection,
Clean and show and clean,
Like the roses in a ***
Of Champagne for a corpse,
Like the roses petals
Told "You will survive"
Well, in my heart and soul,
May you find another excuse to lose a good soul,
May find another way to lose control,
May you save the world that's to save.

May you know love that's forgiving,
May you never touch me with the soul
Losing my faith.
May I never be wrong.

That life was unfair
Was wrong.
Life was all fair
Unfairnot

That I never wanted to hurt you
But I am sure I will
So I'll leave
I'll hide
'n Die

I didn't know how important I am,
Being dead meat is a solution
Of the great
To have all the things they need,
All the things we need.
How to become that strong,
Get myself out of some filth,
Perhaps I didn't have any clue,
Killing my time with this nonsense of a poem
Saying to you only
The fool I Have become,
Saying to you what a life I wanted to make
And what a great dream I dreamt...
Perhaps, I didn't have a clue
How important I wasn't.

I don't want to be
            All that you claim not to be
But impose on others.

I don't want to be that filth,
            I'm looking for another
But find this and this is gold
            So I keep Golden treasure

I claim I cannot become
            But admire with that heart you sold
And I impose on others to become Gold.

So you say...

I'm sorry but I don't understand that I am only a loser,
I guess I couldn't understand...

This given hour of powerLoss - powerGain,
I couldn't tell obscurity from fame...

I didn't know lust turning to dust
And dust rising to last in a cloud of crows

This moment of a power-hour
To mean something again.

The heart beat of a friend
To have a long lasting life

Dust rising to make me understand
That feeling sorry isn't the way,

That I should be a Hero, act like a man,
Do something, find a way or get away.

Shouldn't I be
Too lovely a piece of cake
Hateful 'cause your God loved you more....
Your nature was great...
Hateful a *****, just like them all
Not admitting..., but making it happen, all along.

Oh, Oh (Idea) Why...

Shouldn't I
Be one of the hateful,
One of the normal kind...
It's normal to be upset and angered
With your own stupid mild
Decision to be soft or breakable
When times need rough and tough and stronger than ...Cake.

I believe that you know what you can do with your preparatives
           For me and whatever you're preparing for me
                        As I have learned now of the feelings
                                  Of beautiful and wonderful
Anyone would just love to live
                                                 Towards me and my kind!
You had everything one wishes and longs for,
Fights for... kills or would ****....

Then I can't expect respect from anybody.

Lovely
                        These
                                                      Traps.

It. Is Good to know how much I will despise myself.

Helping them become
A disease to the Society...

Old, Old, Old
Spread of diversity.

Some disease are good, some are bad...

Spread of diversity:
Old, Old, Old.

A disease to the Society
We are helping them be.

How many lies do we have to be told? How many, for how many we want to be told. For how many we tell.
How many lies did you tel for your own
Good.

But there's hope for us and for our lies,
To be told,
Lies to tell
Everything goes well,
Swell, well, well, well...
Out of my deep well: w'ever;

All good to be, if it can,
Wish I slaughtered all disease,
Oh, well... Why not ask for more?
Well, well, well...
Out of my deep swell: 'tever.

As long as there' s still something good to Save...
Out of my deep Swell well:
Love forever.

But what does love means, to you?
What can be hatable?
Maybe you all know better.
I'll leave you with your knowledge:
LOVE forever.
Out of my deep well,
Swell forever.

Saved by a Phd.
A drunk in a puddle of rose petals,
An honest worker, a fellow mate,
Someone you didn't know too well but can respect,
A lost poor soul or an idiot knowing much more...

How did you treat her? And what about him?
Is it okay? How do you feel?
Here, take a little happy return of a favour
Made from a friend to a friend.

A poor soul lost, a friend or the enemy,
A rich, perhaps famous or a leech,
A **** or a perfectly aligned stich
For the society we live in...
So said the vow, so spoke the law...
Now what can I say?
It may end up okay for everybody.

Poor Margaret
She used to be such a pretty flower on a field
Proudly dancing in the wind
Her petals fresh, her looks so fine,
Bright and smart looking, flower divine...
But I needed some answers.

All petals gone, her riches lie
In the memory of a fly
That passed and watched and learned and loved,
The warm honey looking loving core.

I'm sorry, girl,
I picked the flower,
As I needed some answers
All petals took off,
Leaving the gold core showing mercy of love.

Her heart wasn't cruel like mine!
Poor Margaret, flower divine,
How could I, how could I?
'Wanted some love, a new vibe
In this life of mine

No
sorry, girl!
I picked the flower,
As I needed some answers
All petals took off...

Nature can be only upset with the garbage
All the garbage we create
Upset
With the garbage we create
Is nature and the natural creating beauty out of garbage.

Let Us see

How much of an insult one can take
If I 'm sorry for your demons
It seems that I am sorry for myself
My everybody.

Other people May insult us
Well other people May be insulted.

The apology got hurt, somehow
It may be the miracle of a life
Put through too many lies
As one must know...
Tests of life can make one stronger.
If you meant something good in the past
Now you can't mean the same anymore.
Down with the one gifted,
Down with the light,
Down with all love
Do you remember?

Yes. You may. You may waste your time.
You may waste your entire time with your apologies.
You may waste your whole life with your apologies
And I may never be you, I may be myself,
The one you will always hate
Because you don't know but this better.

Yes you may. You may waste all your times
With your filthy, stupid apologies,
You may waste your lives with your filthy apologies
I don't care, I never will,
Those feelings are long dead and burried
Feeding creatures I refuse to know.

Yes. You may waste all your times with all your stupid or smart apologies.
Everything you say or do for me
Sounds like those stupid apologies!
You live them all through.

More ***** more food!
Yummy!


And now I (should be so happy)
Yummy Yummy happy!

But when on war Chocolate is too hard to find and women all around
Eat one another
As men do

And when one needs only a can of hot soup to help them go through the day
It means they were extremely trained.

And when one needs only to Sleep somewhere clean and finds that place one feels like a King.

The third World War just happened.
Probably in my head.
Some say the fourth is coming
On its way.
But I know that it already ended.
It's time to think again...

You need to be the only one,
The only one who ever found peace,
The only one who got their happiness,
That place making one feel home,
Home, there where you belong...
The only one to enjoy an existence led with the heart that can!
Oh, it's your heart that can...

How to explain the wonderful creature you always were?

Oh Soul! That what you need to be
To feel complete
To love thy heart,
Thy family.

"A rocket cloud is burning with elegance its Golden dust
Received from the sun's caress over a dolphins act of endearing trust."



A hidden arm wishes to grab
A dolphins rocket science cloud,
It glides to bring it back to seas
From were the sweetest chime escapes.

The hidden arm sends messengers
To call the dolphin back to depths
Of seas not Poured but well conceived
In silent moves before night fall.

As part of one blue canopy
Takes hold of Children keeping hopes
Up in their heads the learning path,
Down with long hours loved in heart
The dolphin new homes finds.

And so the dolphin that escaped
The seas of clouds raining no state
Of blight and tearing moments shine
Finds waves of hearts to take him high.

Up in their heads, the learning path,
Down in their hearts the love He hath
For Children living with souls true
Dreaming of rocket clouds of a Dolphin's blue.

Flying around
               I forgot of (my own)
                                         Self-importance.

A tearing sound of melody telling the soul I have
But you despised, teaching me how to leave it all behind
Ease the pain, let others live their lives in vain,
Their lives in vain for me.

The tearing sound of what used to be my soul, the love I had and lost
For you and your despair
You made me lose
I'll make you stay and rot.
Your lives in vain, your lives in vain,
All lived for me.

That tearing sound of love that I had and carried in my soul
With me forever,
Addicted to that love
For a beautiful sound, for a beautiful heart
That meant a lot...
Only you ruined it, you ruined it hard
And I lost, I lost the one and only precious soul I had fought,
Oh I Have fought and died for!

I saw you in everything since then,
I saw you and I saw me and there was us everywhere,
In everything you lost, I lost...
I loved, but the world was too powerful and bright
To tare it apart, to tare it apart...
It tore it apart
Hard.

It's been a long time ever since,
When, oh, when will that hurt heart's wound mend?
I care,
So, if I do I must pay! I must obey
Some rule of the dead,
The killer
Of everything we loved.

So, I cared and I left,
I didn't care and I remained,
The other way around happened to bring back news.
"I hope it's not diarrhea from the *****!"

So... I  K Red
The CaallRed world you need to stand up against and fight...

I hate it when I lose like that!

But it's been a long, a long time since I fought
For your love, your life, your rust running through my veins
Turned into hot precious metal again.

I hate you!
I hate it when you lose like this!
Now go a-head, cry all your tears then stand like a man against the world that hurt you so deeply.

Their favorites,
They have chosen their better tasks...
Oh, why...?
They have helped me go to a ****,
Be humiliated and feel like crap...
You are what'you aren't
For different reasons.

How much I hate this world
And why
Would you believe it
Or I Will have to show you?

All my tries
To make something better
Of the show
Of mercy and pride...
We've been through...
I was too faithful,
Perhaps I had to learn...
What lies behind each and every human.

If art is such a sin
Then I don't want to be there for you
Then, I find that I want to...
Make life
Out of life
Out of life
Until death showed us better.

You never fight for any right or wrong,
If you do, you know someone will be there to play with you,
To tare you apart, put you down,
Someone will be
Waiting in the shadow
For the perfect moment to have you flee.

Attack.

You never fight for any wrong that's right,
Your right to be taken, your soul:
Put down and torn apart,
All cavity producers expressing their "sorry *****" : animals too innocent for these games.

Too hard, too hard a take of these sense-less pieces of ****
Turning all elegance in nothing but ****...
Maybe it's all they needed.

' Tad worried...

You couldn't fight for anything that's right for your wrong stood prouder.
To tare a soul apart for you couldn't prove yourselves better any other way.
How could you?
Oh! Don't worry. It's okay. I'm not mad at you.
Not mad at me, at all,
No madness in this house where all illusions brake.

You couldn't fight in any other way, could you?
Not mad at all this, don't you worry,
I'm not mad at myself.
Illusions break: Sorrows: - coming! "

For everyone there is a place,
What is given to you is given to you
And you must take it,
Never fight back
As if you do
There will be consequences.

I wasn't the chosen one
But you forced me in
For God knows what
And God knows what
For whom and what I fight,
No matter what,
No...! Matter what you are
And what you think,
What you believe in,
See and fight
For that which is right for you!

And so it seems that I observed you
To become what I never knew I desired to be.

For you it is an honour to be like me
Just like for me the honour to be like you.

Could you miss evil?
Can you believe that there was something like this in the world?
May I believe in the good will and sanctity of these acts of cruelty?
When one's too proud...
But when one isn't
"Yes! I 'm too proud to live a life I do not treasure." he said and moved on, found a better place, a life that matters,
A life for which he mattered more. "
That courage one would love to have...

If a pig said so I am going to commit suicide,
If a pig said so... I am going to end with my life
'cause some pig said so and a ***** arranged it all to happen!

Sure... If a pig and his *****... Did and said so...
Everything for the pig and the *****!

God fell in love with me
Even my *** laughs ROCKing the bottom
I think it's the other way around
But let's keep hoping.

God fell in love with her
She's actually pretty and wonderful,
Deserved all the best,
Fought well and won
God loved her more,
Oh, well, have some fun.

I should have killed her, I know, I know!
For the love of god
My vanity table's prepared
To show me all the answers behind the shells hearts cracked
With a question: Why?

I should have played along,
The Competition for God's love was on,
Competition for God's sake on!
What more do you want?!

God fell in love with us.
We've set our minds to great progress,
We work, we dance,
Inking our heart's grounds
To a certain extent
For our rivers to pour rivers of progress.
It's said: "God fell in love with us"
But I believe it is the other way around.

Of Sin and Sinners we have heard
It's tired-some as sin is everything today...
I wish my heart and life quite clean.
I'm tired.

If you're not cheating, lying well,
If you don't go for what they stand
Too proud for...
'Have tried, you know...
Now I can't stand this anymore.

As they would
Then they wouldn't do
What they are asking
Coming through
In ways you can accept
Then be
Upset and vexed,
Just how I' d be.

But still, they would
Look for a way,
If you don't take the examples there,
The best ones out there
For which you can stand
Too proud for...
I can stand proud for...
Alone
Together dreaming well,
A hide and seek play
Left în times that were
Forgettable...
Then  war was on!

Now who's a better example and why.

Fingers.
What can one do with fingers?

One can eat and one can shine
And one can flutter their silent good flitter off eyes,
One can scream and one can show
Fingers can tell about a ew flow
of ideas.

Fingers

What one can do?
Fist them and fight like a fool,
Fight like a gem, like a storm,
The cruel rose with thorns....
Fight like a man,
Against a crime,
No crime divine;
I hope you can.

I shouldn't have bought clothes...
What was I thinking? That I was going to have a good reason to wear them?
I shouldn't have had ideals!
What was I thinking?
That there was room for my stupid needs in this wonderful world of yours?
I shouldn't have eaten...
What was I thinking? That after work someone should eat?
It's even worse for not having the job of your dreams.
I shouldn't have respected myself in any way...
How dared I...
Oh, and how dared I understand Any of your needs,
Any of your plans,
Any good Deed done
To Learn that
It was all for their contemptuous lies.

We take showers,
Sometimes long,
To wash away the stench beaten out of our private hell,
Our inner hell's garbage can and the filth deposed on us,
sometimes gladly...

We wash thoroughly our hairs and skin rubbed well,
Use soap and other perfumed work
Of other thoughtful humans
Knowing the same
Need
To make the body
Bearable to live with.

We sometimes put on some cream, perfumed as we hope
That all the stinking flesh will turn somehow into love
- Flower fresh for a few moments in time,
destined to wither, die and dry -

We put perfume on so we can live with our selves,
Our bodies yelling all day log: "You're inSANE! There's no escape from this...!"
But we do have faith...
                                        ... in our products....

To live with one's self,
We wash away the stench coming with regrets beating all the stench out,
Out of our bodies, called the self to contribute.
Selves competing and contributing, putting more filth on,
Cream and perfume helps it all linger;
Times that can be sometimes bearable,
Other times the horror of all senses...

Putting on perfumed products to cover the stench
Of a rotten body
destined to move noses or have them fall.

Waiting while we move around, moving around a body and soul,
Rich winds reminding the Sphinx of duties.

God, Thank you for this miracle
Of being all too free and all
knowing *******,
Free to **** each other,
A love most wonderful!

Where did that justice fall?

The only thing that would Please your eye
Would be me, lying in a gutter
All ashamed with what you managed to arrange for me.
If one Day out the news would Please your Wounded heart:

Dead body, slayed in the most horrible fashion.
Gruesome scenery.
Attention!
Enjoy at your own mercy capacity!