.. as we start..
deal with it, it is your tart..
fly her to a planet,
collect ugly sand particles..
seek crystal ones, then
varnish the sunset,
where mermaids lay na….d.
mind the glass..
the one beside the candle..
filled with red wine..
finally, her tattoo will shine..
a mermaid in red.
remembers last spring;
a crushed soul;
worthless, stained charm,
craving for…..everything intact.
dear , it is ‘ in a nut shell’.
sorry but your English is weak,
did they teach you English at school?.
but why is that?
maybe they think it is a luxury..
but they teach you French, right.
never mind, it is not a luxury,
is it the masters’ language? not sure..
some schools followed, so did coffee shops.
forget about the delivery guy,
it was his granny who lived in the nest shell.
what on earth the grey-haired will think!
sheriff might tell.
fluffy soul, gingerly dying
doubtfully; blaming a destine,
speechless; just smell my tears,
dry heart, slaughtered,
identity falsified, gossip,
grey haired cornered in sadness,
volcanic lost soul;
When his neck was knocked down,
he started dancing.
The elephant’s wife stood far away watching;
Darling, never knew you a dancer.
Darling, Your turn is coming to perform the canary dance, he screams.
i am here, since ever, as ever,
laying down with my favorite sadness,
none-sensed rubbish angry tears..
surely, lovin all kinds of memories;
deeply, it lingers on;
cold look, yest charming,
boiling the blood in my veins,
insanely, all the veins
sadness at sunset,
sadness, evolution, rainbow;
ironically, coloring all moments orange,
creeping grieve; another miserable birthday party
ever since you left; kindness disappeared from the planet.
Now, you are here again.
will you take all the orange colored life,
the spirit, the purified mood?
again, to exit your paradise;
into a pure sadness, alone;
Thoughts’ Gate Pierced;
Prohibited, yet Tasty Madness
Chaining Crazy Curves.
Endless Cuteness, disillusioned
Abandoned Table for Tow
Wine splashes melted Red Candles
Pointless, Uneven state of Mind
Prudent drizzly Summer
Acid rain over Tragic Relationships.
Crushed blossom; Intense,
Ditched on Tanned Neck.
Obnoxious Minds Illuminates.
Consistently, his neighborhood bothered him.
Screwing up the spring carnival,
Drama prevented his glory as criticism filed the city squares.
He grinned, then faced the ancestors; ”We will win.
Well, one day, maybe next carnival. Trust me,I commit.”
He seemed so sure.
An awkward promise resonates.
City is being dressed up for the carnival.
A day before the next carnival, he was carried to the cemetery.
Spontaneously, glory likelihood is nil.
From over the neighbors’ shoulders, he cries:
You fool, before you follow me, enjoy every lousy minute of life,
Paralyzed, unreachable pleas, he is gone.
He was the carnival.