Little misfortune.          
Often alone and dreadful.
Nothing but lonely.

Special in winter,
particular' you and I,
intertwined perfect.

Way 1.
In your eyes
I am
a shadow.
I live
without reason.
You see nothing.
A blank space
that passes you by on the way
to die.
There is nothing left.

Way 2.
In your eyes
you see nothing.
I am
A blank space.
A shadow
That passes you by on the way.
I live
to die.
Without reason
there is nothing left.

I love Jack Frost
He’s cool
He’s kind
He’s cold
He’s Refined

He twinkles on the pavement
Glistening and listening
cold but fresh
But I’m not nesh!

I love Jack Frost
He’s cool
He’s kind
He’s cold
He’s refined!

He kills the bugs
That we don’t want
By freezing them
And seizing them away

I love lack frost
Jack Frost is welcome most any day!

Way 1.
I live
in a dream.
I die
in your arms.
I lay
in pain.
Only when I can't breathe,
I see you.
Trying to call out your name,
I want to be
with you
but happy.

Way 2.
I live
only when I can't breathe.
In a dream
I see you.
I die
trying to call out your name.
In your arms
I want to be.
I lay
with you,
in pain
but happy.

Caravaggio

  
A painting of Caravaggio has been hanging on a wall
in a modest house when it was discovered, it was painted by the greatest
Painter of all time.
I gladdened my heart. I´m a great admirer of this robustious man
A misfit that didn´t fit in the company of artists but walked his road.
No, I have no Caravaggio on my wall, only prints of his work
his original belongs to the millionaires and collector who byes the great man´s
art and hide it from view.
Art should be available for all he speaks to us working-class few other
painters ever did.
A museum is a suitable place for him, not rotting away
in the mad people´s world
who thinks art equal money?

Life is never fair
Perhaps we could be fair enough
In treating one another

I am a poet
I rhyme and make sense
Through my composition