sleep till you change the world,
iron rods on your shoulder-
carry them till the furnace.
thousand fireflies hovering above the chest
of your ember.

truth, he is your little boy
dont curse him if he eats you for dinner.

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throw stones at this still red pond.
rotten black heart is pumping this life to death.
where are your blue coloured marbles?
throw those to this still pond,
be proud-that you make my chest shiver.

where are those pills that eat my disease?
abandon your thoughts at my pond my dear.
each cell is murdering their neighbours
white is always white to me
red belongs to red.

cart moves on its own
where did you hide me?
sun is eating my light.
before the darkness declare me as its enemy
let me be free from light, for i belong neither with light or darkness.

murdered sunsets, orphaned sunrises
moon covered by stained white cloth
life claim its half, i claim my part
and in the middle you stand with your mob of conflicts
my window glass is broken.

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garbage truck carries my fart everyday
stones are always crazy about  movement
solitude impresses with wrinkles
neighbour with a knife singing a song
room shouts statements.
crowded yet empty, roads crave for a  barefoot.
riding on the wolf, shepherd still wander with his stick
looking for his lost sheep.

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riddled,  looking up the sky
roots  not seen,
ants strolled carrying their food
nobody bothered to bite me.
squeezing the earth under my feet
dying pebbles screamed my name.
where does my chain sprout?
my fertile grave, keep me warm.

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from the start, he smiled winking at sun
strolled with a smile in a starry night
killed bed bugs giving them a second chance
All came alone and left with his sharp edges

he is still there shattered,filtered,coloured

withered,wearied and happy.

on the way 1

day is sober with a light above
night so heavy embracing the darkness
one seed dreams from nothingness.
let us meet in the corridor
to choose what is who!
you have only thrown your weapons
to the wall,
let us meet
when you start throwing them at your enemies.
thus said,
the newborn baby believes in pain
not joy!!!!

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lungs go by
there were kisses from the
smoke.
living does end with a note of love
with or without pen.
birds talk the same with a
coo expecting a reply .
i am done with a life
but chases the same.