shy away

Alfonso my friend, get out of the encrusted zone, …

..” its not just something you take its given.“..

..one day, she will make you happy..

…fulfilled passion for love..

…then only, shy away.

 

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another thought..

Alfonso, will still need to compromise when all that you share with a life time partner is an obligation to pay utility bills and tuition fees?

Is that it? Nights overwhelmed with misery..

No mate.. What is left for a grey-haired after fifty one?

Gotta sing the blues..Yes, but never alone.

Sorry..another thought is worth it.

 

The Soul Mate.

At New Year’s Eve, he stretched his thin legs and laid on the grey sofa, he holds tight the TV remote control, she wonders, will he ever set her favorite channel! That never happened before without a long argument and argument. Dear, will you make us coffee, she whispers. His lungs get full of air, polluted kinda slur.

I am watching the news, maybe after words; he replied with anger. She wanted to get crazy, but decided to calm down, this was always the case the last twenty years of a dreadful marriage; soul traits cracked on such a special night.

How come they never enjoyed a dinner!? Tonight, she prepared his favorite dish with broccoli salad and red wine. Ironically, what a miserable night, your perfumes are getting dried in their bottles, check the shelves. When he is going to smell it on your fancy black lace mini night fit? Time to let go the hipster to love. Insist for hugs of freedom; a soulmate milestone.

Transcendental youth

Was it really the case at the old cottage he inherited from his step father?
roars of compassion…
Get mind scan.
Chose panic or happiness once at a time..
Attentive to shades, any color would do..
Unless the wind blows, you are stuck in mud
I’d desire freaking sad eyes…
a phenomenal tragedy keeps you awake…
Madness pay attention to the mermaid as she screams…fallin…alone …
Inspired illusion of sadness..
Thus lovin senseless birthday present;
a bracelet, stained, blurred, cracked by tears.
Mermaid, adored bracelets around your tiny belly
At dawn, you tend to scream it out;
Stay hear youth, hate you dying…every night.
Leaving him stained with colors of muddy sadness.
Mermaid;
let him enjoy the blossoms of youth before tragedies panics his soul off.

Fairy Tales.

Once upon a time..

Granny, please stop this. I have been hearing this rubbish for the last eighty-four years before going to sleep.

Why don’t you tell me a fairy tale about the ant that went to gym to fall in love with the conveyor’s butterfly; honeymoon in Vienna.

Or about the snake that panicked as the Mark seized her juniors before striking a deal to cure his wife if he returned her little ones; Mark’s wife is no longer blind now. little ones went to Walt Disney on the week end.

Or about the mermaid that I always wanted to be like; free and single wandering between oceans, laying on the beach of Osaka watching the stars. I am dying Granny, no one can hear my sorrows, including yourself…

Granny, Granny, Good night.

Agile Loophole

Moments of silence, direction;

Heaven or hell, vision blurred,

Beloved lost to cancer,

Cold lonely years,

shredded feelings overwhelm.

Loopholes extend pains,

Veins shiver, casual; no more.

Release your tears;

Tonight only, you are allowed,

Just damn it, burn it on wet floors;

as you may, scream it in silence.

Lungs growing narrow,

While heavenly thin loophole evolves.

Now, escape, discharge all your powers to the wind,

With a smile that whispers:

Baby, craving for the red curly hair,

Now, as agile as ever;

never-ending loopholes, since ever.