in a few years’ time..
her charm fades..
fluffy skin hardens..
brown-eyed eyesight darkens.
a memory of a meager pleasure lingers,
selebrating pure kindness; Gosh, finaly,
eternyally; enjoy total madness..
brush life’s dust off her soul,
and hug her.
Last year, she shined when she got a pay raise..
this year she was extra positive that he will ask her to marry him..
yep.. life will sparkle again..
last month, bad news loomed spread in town
this week she felt it..roamers defined..
tonight he stepped in hugging a partner..
a young blond surrounded with attractive curves…
her feminine perfume filled the hall
Gosh…..not my sisteR.
just when the curtains of life starts rolling down
you recognize it
a scream, please days: mind my wig
take your oath; do not run that canary
a broken wing; hungry laid across the road
drove all night, never reached
a hazy destination
heart full of laughter
and a bit of tears
take me home, no not now
I wonna enjoy the funeral
Gosh, you look fabulous in pink
always hated your black oval hat
am i still me, still dubious, still fractured
never mind my cracked kidney
it will disappear soon
just keep it up; disconnected
then go to sleep; hug a billow.
wake up Blondie; feed me the bread
devils desire to tango. love at sunrise.
This is a true story with some adjustments…
Four kids for an extremely rich father with a glaring lavish life decided to throw their neighbor who lived all his life in tent beside their father’s villa. The father used to visit the neighbor every week before he recently pass away.The man in the tent used to get his living expenses from the father who allocated a portion of his harvest to the neighbors. The kids decided to stop this and sell the harvests without giving anything to the poor; then the man in the tent was thrown away.
The kids were never worried; they took a decision. The mother was always in disagreement with the husbands’ attitude; she supported the decision. In a winter stormy night, heavy rains, scary thunder, intense lightning; a man was shouting: Fire..Fire…the kids’ farm was completely destroyed. Blaming each other, at sunrise- they rushed to the fields. Gosh, all turned into ruins. This is because of what we did to our neighbors, the youngest shouts. They spend years praying, but useless.
Life goes around; they end up in a tent.
..when you are around;
day and night_ ,
with no feelings.
Death left cemeteries,
enjoy empty wine glasses, and
keep memories of graves opened with honor;
fluffy ghoulish figures are welcomed.
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;
Just won’t amble to feel life shimmers again..
Once he gets rid of your watching lantern..
He will wake up from a lifetime trance you put him in since birth..
Grey Haired is stranded no more,
Time to gently splash away pushy ooze
All clear, absurd end of life together.
Nights Shimmer as he plays the blues
Bottom deck grief saxophone; felt like
a heart stroke; his immune system crumbles.
She smiles with face like a sunflower facing sunshine
Rays of light penetrates her pink slim lips
Curtains parted as lights dim
barefooted dancing solo;
Fulfilling arrogance; yet,
Exclusively, in his arms.
Crystallizing nicked truths, illusions
Foliage sings farewell song
Alone in the water-less forest; kind of.
Gutter of life expands;
Stage of life, the way it is,
So far, rotten alcoves.
Rosy Motives gone Frozen
Every Searching for Sympathy
Cowered Thoughts Hunt Dreams
Overwhelming Foggy Illusions
Realizing She is here no More
Scream; Just Give it a Try
Heart Surrenders its Brittle Motifs
Awfully Tasteless; Life Triumphs.
Alfonzo asked an old friend who traveled the world about his experience; the friend answered:
It started with a shallow birth,
shallow soup plate, childhood,
shallow mornings, nights.
shallow friendships, relationships,
shallow past, present and future,
shallow lifetime, then soon
I ended up dying at my shallow-less tribe.