Truth
Truth is not what we say
It’s what we do
Or don’t
It’s who we are when the coat of conformity is cast
...Eviscerating eyes, II
"Your eviscerating, loving stare"...
and I can feel something tear -
it's my certainty, it's my reality,
(the very things I see
they clash with thee!)
You are good, but you are a threat!
You cut me - and you want to help
My eyeballs possessed by your mental state!
It's a outside voice inside my head
For years, for years - trying to break free
I had your ugly eyes fixed over mine!
I always knew they weren't right
but for a second they got attached -
The eyes of the world - so unknown
your eyes tend to interpret what they don't know
Their eyes - always hurt a lot
because they're yours, and they also rot!
Rot my heart and my thoughts
But you are good, you are there too
how can love make you feel so low?
I ...
Jorge
Jorge
now we are there
Jorge
how hungry I was then!
Your sweet veiny arms
those wandering brown eyes
those brains, I wanted to drown
in them
your depth, that bloody depth!
You made me laugh through pain
You sucked me in because
I wanted to be you, not yours
And now, in fact, I am not yours at all
because I am a woman of my own
You were beautiful, though.
I always fell for beauty, you know
...Bright, it's you!
Bright, is a bright
feeling to someone,
who is cute and bright,
she is someone like a
moon when its whispered,
she is some one like sun
when it's shine in the
beautiful sunny day
She smile like morning
buzz and she laugh like
an evening tones...
...you look so beautiful
when you are raged,
you are comely atime of
happiness, I never see a
a flower with a sweet
scented stalk and red
petals and pinkish-purple
sepals like your,
You are, a mirror in
the garden, you are
the queen in the
Kingdom of cuties
...
Wounded reality
Wounded eternity is on its way: you are stepping over the broken loneliness of the heart, sharing your pain only alone! Your skin is sore and cumbersome! As a child of Sisyphus with fear, he is dragging himself! He who has endured the existence of moments, the crap of humiliation is now helpless and hysterical! Guarded by innocence and now thirsting for sincerity - but he doesn't even know where he left himself!
He was turned against him by foamy-mouthed, green-eyed devils, flattering contemporaries, greedy enviers - only his loneliness, his single handcuff uniqueness lasts forever: The last refuge that shares fertility and madness! He needs a purifying loneliness consciousness, a secret incognito Being! "This is how you walk with wounded eternity, cumbersome and half-naked at every step!"
Words he faces cannot heal him, only selfless help! Something bias suddenly ...
The Picture..
The Picture:
Nothing as Everything
That's the Total
All there is..
That's it..
And you are not
In the picture..
Yet..be not troubled
For You are the Picture...!
...A pen
A pen a pen my little pen Slowly, I took a little pen To write a poem with a pen A poem, to beautify my pen It’s a bonafide my little pen A bar-like, my woody pen A new, and passion my pen It’s a grey-hued and little pen And, it has a green bark a pen Quite soft to touch my only pen It’s a sharpen, my little pen An iroko wood made my pen A yellow part covered a pen It’s a red, strike on my pen With a black, strike my pen Its look like a bow my pen To write a bit with my pen Supple to draw on, my pen Can be use as dotting pen Enclosed no ink in my pen A bit looks like my little pen To write, like my little pen To sketch well, like my pen To beautify, like a baby pen Not like my handsome pen...
Infinite
You said love was inexhaustible,
A long distance runner, perpetual,
Something that could be created,
But never ever destroyed.
Then you left.
You were right.
...
Friendz
Yo I really thought I had friends but it wasn't until the trend
Saw my whips a Benz then came the hands out for dividends
But in the end I couldn't pretend that this was just a pin
To see how much cash they could rake and take in
But I'm sitting tremendous with the flows that's vicious
Sagacious enemies sounding off in every directions
Protections is pack gats is fat matter of fact racks
I still stacks no time for slacks break the back of a click clack
And it's like that poetry
Hughes you choose suckas hitting the button of snooze
Once I ring the alarm invoke harm snake a charm
Holding on my arm is Rolex ices frozen looking pond
Fond beyond the daisy's it's crazy activate my hazey
Left star guitar instruments following humps of a bar
For bar look afar its black space thi...