One: Break it!
Destruction of a soul can be awe inspiring, but not when out of love.
Two: Uh-oh!
Everything is falling down, and I did not do anything!
Three: Azure
In the dull ashes, a gay glow blooms of fiery colours. Could this be dawn?
Four: Well Being
I am an open window, and I can feel the pleasure for once.
Five: Corner Stone
My world was never built on love. My world is crude and bleak.
Until I find the missing honour and beating heart.
Six: Lies
How much longer will I drink these lies?
Until all their flavors taste bland as cheap smokes?
Seven: Really?
A brick at a time, one-day and one-step at a time.
Yes, boring really.
Eight: Self Pleasures
The cheap whores please me no more than weak smoke sucked into my air bags.
My soul and heart are no longer pained by the fleshly sin and disgrace.
Surrealists Love Shock Value
4 me it was "Really?" - shocking. Kinda ticklish wise this one, or chucklish witty 2 me. - Just Bein' Lady A
I don't know
I haven't really liked this poem but for some reason I keep it around. Maybe there is a reason and I am in denial. I am glad you liked it. Thank you.
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.