mother's day out

When was the first time I wonder

You learned to speak the language of wanderers

Teachers of broken rank

These are the days that birds come back to me

Doesn’t matter the quantity

But I go forward to see the old sophisticated tune

Once again, creeping into cheat to the bone

I induce your belief that I am actually someone

Flesh and blood

To knit your company, thinking how outcast you would be

That you come straight into my lap

Behind places overdue

Or behind due…

Oh yes I said it all

It is on the record…in the collection of collector grasped

And the stars are still taking its toll

Above my head

Turning like a wind mill to produce more

Wheat of delight…

I run to the scene to find more of hidden tastes of wheat

Unless I strangle the thoughts of starvation

I am more of a little mouth

Not much of a high Nirvana

But a frozen ecstasy that I learned through the years  

Thanks to you I became a pro on coldness

And war

It is not the certainty that I urge to find

That you constantly address

Have you ever seen me taking a further step to find

The dumb in dark?

Of course not, who would want compensation

Out of charity…

There are days that you cannot change the officiality of love’s

True realism

Whatever it is, whoever you are

It is there, no matter how much you deny

Though you suffer, you get psoriasis for its outcome

that’s what it is, love makes you sick

1 maybe 12..this is new technology

Transformers

Like in the movie

But if you think about it, even though it was discussed

And it was a theatric scene

In the end it all comes to one

And that is me and it is mine…

And you didn’t believe me

When you first saw my own clayed

Mother and son collaborative historical fact

You asked; did you really make it?

Yes I did…indeed…

Why did you even ask? Would I lie to you?

At all?

I had my signature on bottom right end corner

I might make another as repentance

In case you are still not satisfied

You want something for yourself?

Since you are watching you are my friend right now

How about that logic?

And btw I have enough friends…I am tired of them

They suck me up …even more than they do…not you

You are civil…

I think it has a lot to do with where you belong

What land you reside

Gestures, nodes, cautious –nicer… sometimes

Coquettish behavior

It is the might of a child that keeps me intimate towards life

You wouldn’t know how to hide in real ways

Ask me, I am more of a wind that blows on a summer island

That is abandoned at winter

I know how to finish the product

Slow slow slow…millions of times repeated

Begged to be sealed

I do even better…I seal the rest

Well I continue to test…

Why should i come to you always

I have to take a step forward to capture your attention

Otherwise you are always in sleepy motion

Worse than slowness that you create

Like a plural armed mythological character

I am everywhere..going nowhere

And I would like to get your attention to the leading

Godmother of family origin

Chaos

It is a fact

Check yourself