My eyes browse through
pages of poems...
How are you? My wise, unmoving friend.
You, whose leaves today hold - carefully...
I was a young man
and I spoke in symbols...
2014-06-10 00:26
Midnight just passed...
Just like today or tomorrow, I know
I will be yet I'll never be...
It's my heart. It beats thus I am alive.
But I must confess...
Sometimes,
life closes on people...
Breasted nightmares become a lofty
journey for a native who walks alone...
An expansion of ones mind,
An extra eye for the physically blind...
The world you pretend living
Is like no other,than a black mist...
I rode a highway, paved
in pathways of addiction...
Through my hair glides fire and rain:
the misery my of days, my cries for help...