Doing everything but never gives me her heart
I give manure to its root
Kill all the weeds surrounding it
And make light the soil it holds
Like a tree I water it day and night
Yet it refuses to give me fruit
I persuade her a lot to make a nest
and lay me golden eggs
But she is proven to be sterile
I just think to give it up
But at the back my of mind I see
The faces of lousy faggots
Whom I have to prove wrong
So I am still trying
and living with this beautiful slut.
then ask mei am giving you guaranteemy answer will satisfy you;otherwise i will pick this universe outand keep it in my mindnow tell mewhat do you see where it was?do not tell me nothingfrom where this universe came into being.
Thinking hardAll the timeIdeas are conceivedBut they behave like the friends of facebookVery abrupt and disconnectedWhile I am in the moveThey are prominentWhen I am on the pottyOr on the bedI stand upThey started to become faintWhen I put down themLike of any wifeThey lost their charm
In the upper layersOf the horizonIn betweenStars and cloudsWrappingall the empty spaceof my corner less heartAll the unsaidFrozen into an iceBlack and hardFloating in the oceanOf painMore than halfLess than fullyLike the moonIlluminating gibbousA bun in the ovenThreatening to deliverLightening and thunderWarns of a flash floodIn the desert ofWordless worldA balloonWithout airInflated to its extremeNo…
Or for the poems that die in the wombOr gets an immature deathAnd mourn dropping my seed of salt?
as the rainto the cloudand you are so tuckered outthat you can’t bearany morethe weight and pressureyour legs are deadyou feel burned outand out of coldnessyou condense and freezethough you try hardto concealbut the wind knows alland tellsdifferent storieswith hundred photographsreal and genuinethrough yourbeautiful and bright eyesonly a true friend knowshow to readand what goes…
In an inverse positionTop is bottomBottom is topVery relativeAre you coming or goingDepends on where you dwellOn a spherical surfaceOf lifeYou just need spin thatI have muchTo start whereIt endsThat’s the charm of lifeI am enjoying itTo the lees.
