Terror
I am getting closer to blow a candle off
Lights are all around
Lights are not my candle
Life is not my life
I am not alive
I am always close
I don't mind terror
I am terrorized
I don't have the will to choose what to fear
As long as I drink my fearful water
I can only choose sinking after drinking
And what's the harm
Let me be here
Chasing mirages
But breathing the air that gave me my holes and diluted strength
For shadows to be me
That is why I want the stitches
The angles that helps the fairies
The stories of my shadows
The huge victories in my head
The tight fear in my fist
The life I refused
But insisted on its shadows
I am getting closer to blow a candle off
Lights are all around
Lights are not my candle
Life is not my life
I am not alive
I am always close
I don't mind terror
I am terrorized
I don't have the will to choose what to fear
As long as I drink my fearful water
I can only choose sinking after drinking
And what's the harm
Let me be here
Chasing mirages
But breathing the air that gave me my holes and diluted strength
For shadows to be me
That is why I want the stitches
The angles that helps the fairies
The stories of my shadows
The huge victories in my head
The tight fear in my fist
The life I refused
But insisted on its shadows
Going for hours
It goes down eventually to be sex
achieving a lot
in the passing long hours of sex
the low and full of two
sex
the hard to get when you are not cool
there is no way to be reminded
of how it goes
cause it comes eventually to be trend of two
who will leave and get caught up with something else
don't bother
you will move to the next
maybe forty years later
Prose
This site is physical
I touch your words fellas
when you write silently, I answer to you shouting inside, keep it this way the ways are mean, help your artificial mind, nothing we can do to be received, but we keep coming on, swords are double edged when the look is two sided, all what happens here is invasion so choose the way you want i to be your idea, not all ideas can be packaged, help the moments package them, check the last time you were credited and lit that smile.
Scared the shit out
I am afraid
Fear dances in my stomach
makes my steps heavy
I am afraid
may be nicotine is low
or sleep is lost
or panic of sorts approaching
the fact that I am scared
scares me
I know I am stone digger
nothing stops me
or change my destination
but fear
I am scared of fears
They know me well
They know where to find me
and the right time
I am a little strong
playing with fear
there is no chance of winning
or losing comfortably
Hi
Isn't it madness to challenge others about using the word mad or being in the run for this challenge? Which is madder? Forget it, sanity and madness are overrated but the truth is I lean towards madness, I am old fashioned I like to overrate.
Which is more argent being or planning to be. The world hurried towards projects, twisted madness and urinated sanity. Which is all fairly sensible.
The truth is everybody is tired, wishing to be floating perfectly. Not feeling any pressure or any sort of protocol. Eventually everybody gets to notice that somehow they managed.
There is a moment of clarity when a person looks at the weather, touching it saying Hi, I think I know you, how long have you been here, are you waiting for me to drop dead, am I too much. The weather says: Hey slow down, you are not the center of this world.
The same person goes to a car shop and says to the seller: I want some cheese. The seller says: how cute madness is.
Stories I like are all linked to madness.
Poetry is my own madness and mind.
I wish to go to poetry land.
I want to be a nomad there. I bet my group will stone me.
I hope to feel only pain or no pain. I don't prefer change. I hate choices to begin with or to end up with.
I want one function only.