Today would be the day,
If I did not woke up from fairies tales.
This is no day to died,
I am going to delay my sins,
What happens? Silly me!
Letters, words, calls,

I guess, we all wanted to go to Hollywood,
The smell of decay felt like achievement,
Today could be the day,
But I shall die another night,
And seating still, I kept silence,
Watching you, craving for success…

Close your eyes and you might see me,
Keep open your senses,
And play the part,
We know, who pulled the trigger,
And I survived the betray,
The bullet never came!

Few syllables penned on a page,
But no letters drifted in my loneliness,
Potentials turned to bullets,
So I close all exits!
To find my way to freedom,
And so, I shall die another night…


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welcome back... :)

welcome back... :)

Jason Minton
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Is good to be back, thank you.
i will try to get my health back/ treatment while poetry shall keep me alive;) Still i will get the all clear, fingers cross in time.

Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.