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Break yourself once
to know, what not to know. The
abstention was always better.

The nexus between star
and sun was deepening. Now in
darkness you will kiss belladonna.

Milkshade will marry
daisy. No one was an icon. We were
trying to find our image in broken mirrors.

War and love, there
were no pure words. You move to
snatch me from the earth. Neo-fake!

Man always comes with
the matchet. You reply with flowers
to invite peace..No answers.

In your charisma, there was endless
death. From comedy to hemlock,
Socrates watches and turns the head.

Not manifest tomorrow.
No dominion. Give me back my
blue sky..I want to fly to the moon.

What is this pain? God
sneaks a look. There was no
death. Elements go and elements come.

To be born again. Here
is my broken spine. Still I stand
There is no truth without lies.

The beginning of renaissance
bounded to sun. Nothing is left between
us. Time will not do any mercy.

No pain to hide I behind.
will or dreams. I am writing my
saga after crossing the woods.

My soul does not die.
O god I am like you. Cosmos
is my home. From where I come or go.

Let your pain be mine
My hands drop things, even poems.
Simmering. No action taken.

Inaction will teach.
All my dreams are in your care.
The bell tolls for the stolen gems.

What is the state of your
mind. Do you hear the voices of knives?
I want to leave the blood intact.

The speeding light from
the sand hills was piercing. The
expansionism crumbles.

There was a need to
be undressed. I am haunted by unknown
voices coming from the moon.

Give me some paisa
to become rich. Poverty was my biggest
friend..Till now it walks like a lion.

Hundred knives come
out, when a punitive love comes of age.
This was material revenge.

A visual blame throws
at your self-respect. You wanted equality
in hate. The cat jumps on the moon.

To whom I talk, and share
about my unhealing wound?.This was
a transitional death. I love bleeding heart.

I think, again I think, not
a cheat to make a better, another
world. God, will you oversee?

My assets are truths,
existence and pain. A talented man
remains a fool to become a leader.

You do not want to become
something. This will draw a boundary.
A flying bird will not stop anywhere.

The man cannot become a
tadpole. The ocean has dried up. Who
opens the big mouth?.Black hole?

It gorgonized the grass.
Dew drops were searching the
blue eyes of a fallen goddess.

After Vedas where the
truth would live in a script written on
the heart of a failed god?