The Hurt

Holding the ladder I was hungry looking at the waiting dawn. Raw landscape: narcissism forages the belly. Picking up the figs from passion flowers. Is that right? Can you sow the seeds on a cloud? Unclothed words? Stealthily a guerilla

Achieving this dream Of words That consist of destroying My inner storm And Opening old wounds The lingering of pain As if salt was just poured Achieving this dream Would mean saying my goodbye’s To the ones I loved the

Well and I can tell just by looking into your eyes your heart has been broken many times but if you could just make yourself believe in love again I could prove to you my love knows no end, I

Last night moon was following me discreetly, skirting behind the trees. A white splendor drips, like a dropped coin on poor’s hand. Did you see the blood on roses? The petals were wounded in rain. Casual violence spreads in the

If it is unjust I can never bow down to it You can hit me for that Provided I am weak I might feel the pain Provided I am weak But that will never change my soul You might think