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Digging miles under according to legend
Would change the century..
Well it actually did, it has already been more than eleven years
And I found such progenies along the way
Swording themselves as massacred winners
Ah the contractions of controversy
And the death coming on you
I am begging you, listen to me
This extensive journey through you
Finally set the story told
Milk flowed following death
With severed arteries
Now listen before healing finds you

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Places that is empty now

Have been filled with so long absence

No more nothingness but a tight rebellion on emptiness

This is a grunge garage mind

Cold as  spring Mediterranean Sea

And outdoor rope whipping to my back

With your hidden arabesque and deposits of true withdrawals

Goodbye my angel, goodbye my own

The accompany of paper..goodbye the intense heart of mine

I am buried in you, dead in you

The dead, the missing and the numb

Under one hypnotic hustle

Goodbye what is mine

Welcome one..

Pugnacious pedagogy

Peeling  your skin off your face would maybe give

A certain importunate feel

But once I do it, I will see your fat face

Firmly driven to somewhere oh so  vain

Compensating with mystery and pain

Giving physical damage may save my own  sanity..

I don't understand even now
Why did you do it, or why did you leave me to
Shores of prince of tides
I must say I am grateful
And I learned by cheap acts that was ticketed too high
I trembled for what we did, and I never felt fear, I felt something else
A bright but faint wave where a man can fall and a woman 'must' shine alive
Maybe that wasn't you, it was me...
How much life is yours today?
I ask you, how much life is mine? Taking care of tulips,
No matter how much you apologize, this will never go away
I also feel bliss with pain, and I am extremely purchasive
I haven't been out ever since
I don't want to, I don't want to deal with contrary movements,
Playing with shadows, just get to this moment
It doesn't worth it believe me
I didn't miss it even for a second..

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Don’t let anyone to take your credit away love
i know you are  gone, but i am still sponging the prosperous  vague from past
to take vengeance, and i am not even coming close
you are the winner by far ...separating yourself from the bursting language

Especially from the Attention whore,  the  headful discriminating bone

No love, this is for you, the one who couldn’t stop the game

I am in a revenge mode

But I know you were confused yourself

And now, we both are at flight risk

Well, too bad don’t know about you but I am already gone

And this one was for the losers!

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I came to you first

Before you shivered younger letters from the lands of

rocks and landslides

Maybe they deal with feminine values differently in Spanish peninsula

Sketching the temper with beauty, honor and laughter

Folly, happiness…gardens of nameless joys

But that all came because of you

And they wanted what you had, they saw the power within my palm

And they wanted the soft taste of it

Him too

The biggest builder

He can’t be your finger nail, the overwhelming shoreless intensity

Brought me to super fluid. Tears and sweat

I loved writing for you, just like today

You never nosed, or ringed me

Never questioned my sanity

And unfortunately you never loved me

But I think that was a perfect suit for my intentions

They loved me, that didn’t do any good

They ruined the tender formation

So divine love, and they suggest to move on

I suggest that to  them first

I moved on millions of times

I am on my own, with blushes and shame

Carry me now, I know it is not a good time

To dust the half alive germs off  your window pane

But maybe life is not simple…

Maybe I couldn’t feel the switch on time

But can you blame me for that

Maybe you got mad, maybe you felt betrayed

But I didn’t know

Or I didn’t want to know, I told you yesterday

I tried to explain, but again I didn’t have to

You had something else going on

Something major and already received with a lid

You should have said no, maybe you did

It was just a little composition, and you bet on it

You bet on me, thinking

I should know the difference

And when I came to you second time around

You ran away…profound wonder

Turning matter …except myself but everything else

After that point you changed..

sphinx

It is true, it is a phase of ripe apple

That drops like a wine into my head

I am curious …a bit too late

But I can see the strong resemblance of green shades

A group of transcending mixture

Definitely not alone

Other words, other seas

And lands …a straight morning together

A luscious spring into summer and winter

A gender phase with music and poems

Sometime male sometimes female

Sometimes an animal

A dazzling darkness clawing the skin

And ah this wordlessness, this wordlessness

It makes you own the world

You wouldn’t know the feeling of being everywhere, and owning

The shallow restlessness

Call it what you want, and I know you are already in bed sighing

If not now, I know tonight

Tearing your partner apart with your black fists

And I will play with flavors close by

I’ll Think of you doing things to her

And maybe I may look in the mirror to see my own mouth in awe

Practicing something oh so entering with kitchen supplies

Forrest versus pressuring pleasures

The question is if you will learn to be the main dish

I am tired of your simplicity of no…s

Yes is challenging, have you ever tried to say yes a few times in a row?

You should, and taste the satisfactory feeling of giving

Giving gives ecstasy

I am still scooping the grains better than ever

Brand flakes over my body

I sit and write

You cant stop me

I will empty the bins again and again

And they will never know, and that’s the beauty of it

I am the biggest sinner, but I do a better job than you

I know how to use my powers

And that two partnering poems

Young and intoxicated by the sound of that other ear

Knowing that will never happen

Setting their hands on others quietly till they learn how to carry

Melting the stone with a heated seal

It is always the other

And other

And other

new monday

Butterflies and earth

Whatever I have left in my hand

Still pools the rocky-smoky mountains of reality

I take the energy that I need from you

Sometimes you, sometimes the other

And the face of your color

(not the color of your face) lends a light

Filling the whole measuring cup, it is born again every morning

I know you are not interested, and you were afraid long time ago

the absence of enormous dreadful

Brown eyes, and dark brown hair, curled for hours and eight

I just want to hit you, back to back

To wake you up, spend all your money

Leave you with nothing but

‘SITTING ON AN AVERAGE CHAIR WRITING ABOUT AMBULANCE AND HOSPITALS’

I am hurting you, you are in pain

The heart ache is taking its toll

Body and soul

Being a loser cannot fool the dizzy school girl and that is no use to her

She drives just like a loser; she doesn’t know a better way to make her own cinema

The ridiculous invention for further singing

But she needs one thing

Just one thing

graduation

I have the whole world on my knees

Eyes everywhere …they come to me effortlessly

Like a running river , they all beat down the hills

And they get tighter under violet’s sharp lie

It is all a lie, to own the missing childhood

But I will never be satisfied..never

And instead here I am, I am dreaming of you

I dream of your deceiving butterfly

How did you do this to me?