Life

Pretending a smile
sweet and mild
hidding beneath
undesaireable truth
Send me free
with roots of tree
lacking life
rowling dice
my destiny
laids in your charity.

Struggle

Every breath
with seconds
hours
days
drag a heavy chain
legs threat to give up
numb mind
tangled memories
bitter sweet flavour
in a decieving mouth
bleeding ears
of constant torture.

Blue letters

I wrote hundred letters
but only got two.
word by word
created a world
in which my only lord
sitting his trone
adored and loved
by me alone.
got my letters back
now they are hundred and two
burning in the backyard
tears drop on the fire
so many words
for my only lord
high his trone.

Invocation

When future looks grey
or better say darker as betray
unfraid of blue
as having no clue
please pass some news
of my beloved muse
even a timid sign
of having to resign.

Desdain

Nothing to demand

Burns inside

No claim to be made

Just to watch aside

No rights

No law

Desdain to the bone

Craving alone

For something long gone

Never posed

Just adored.

Scorn

In yellow path

He has been seen

Walking cheerfully

With a blond .

I heard it

feel it

I can forgive my best friend

But never the wanton.

Thought of him, so high

Thought of him so pure

Nothing so mean

Nothing obscene

filthy loose.

Praise love with words

Denieying it in soul

Can I forgive my best friend?

Though Never the whore.

At the parking lot

Playing the accordeon

Old man

All the melancholic notes

I enjoy

You remind of someone

still carved on my stone

Drown in misery

Notes of courtesy

A bit of fantasy

For the busy bees

aim some sympathy

No one notice , old man

We are both misplace

As boxing in lace

The coin rain to wait

Though eventual drop

We are both misplace

No one appreciate.