A Poem to a Poem

A ray of sunlight.
A plum bed blossoming,
to find its place in the natural
energy of life instinct.

The root of desire,
lies in what you thing you deserve.
Emotions that have been
constructed, controlled,
unrestrained, loosen, let free.

The thing holds sway over the form.
Movement over inhibitions.
Promising gestures wins,
unfolding in a perpetual sexual aura.

A bed of blossoming Peonies,
touched by a ray of sunlight,
is a poem to a Poem.

A ray of sunlight.
A plum bed blossomed,
to find her place in the natural
energy of life reproduction.

It is not an immutable essence.
It coexist in the same space,
in the same formless,
at the same timeless.
It is a breath of life.

Flowers that have ushered out
and spread the hands-on carpels.
Those are tangible libations, epiphanies.
She breaths of natural desires.

A bed of blossoming flowers
touched by a ray of sunlight
is a Poem to a poem.

Ain't Gonna Rain Anymore

Ain't Gona Rain Anymore by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Once there came a storm in the form of a girl
It blew to pieces my snug little world
Sometimes I swear I can still hear her howl
Down through the wreckage and the ruins

And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone
And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone

Now the storm has passed over me
I'm left to drift on a dead calm sea
And watch her forever through the cracks in the beams
Nailed across the doorways of the bedrooms of my dreams

And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone
And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone

Now I got no one to hold
Now I am all alone again
It ain't too hot but it ain't too cold
And there is no sign of rain

And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone
And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone
And I'm
Here I'm on my own

She ain't coming back no more
She ain't coming back no more
She ain't coming back no more
Say what you will, I don't care

And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone, yeah
And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby has gone

You know it!

I don't have any drugs to dream about you
I don't have any muse to feel your weight
To write about what I know!
While watching TV in the living room
Need a bottle of wine
I'm in despair
Need a bottle of whiskey
It is serious

It comes from the mind
It doesn't come from the heart
from the guts!

A bottle of tequila will burn my throat
Nicotine will yellowish my fingers
You know that caffeine does me wrong
Bagasse is what comes the best

It comes from the mind
It doesn't come from the heart
from the guts!

from the guts
You know it!

You asked me
from the heart!

I need tradition to rebel
Memories to thing about the future
To lay down all the stones
Ruin everything and anything
That you can ever see
As I laid my words on a paper
Making myself a mark for life
Stand by myself
You know it!

The Centre

Another night to wander,
from tavern to tavern in the city heart,
until I loose my mind to the mysteries you have to offer
Another night to ponder,
until I loose my mind to the uncertainty you are

Feel and taste an intense
elegant and lavish golden composition
Feel and taste an intense… from
your warm and wet edges

I'm not sure about somethings
I'm not sure about somethings
I'm not sure about somethings you have to offer

Eat a strawberry cheesecake ice cream
Drink a sweet and rich Riesling
Insert myself into your… structure
all is silent except for the buzz

I recognise your sound
That departed from the confused outside
It has been confused, of course, and you content me
I recognise your body
It has been confused, of course, but I'm alone

Feel and taste an intense
elegant and lavish golden composition
Feel and taste an intense… through
your warm and wet lips

I'm not sure about somethings
I'm not sure about somethings
I'm not sure about somethings you have to offer

Eat a strawberry cheesecake ice cream
Drink a sweet and rich Riesling
Insert myself through your… body
all is silent except for the hum

Walking through the heart by night without try
Walking through the heart by night without try
Walking through the heart, until this isn't working anymore

Tailored Made Suit

Everybody was standing on the platform
We didn't have any luggage
Everybody was standing on the platform
You didn't have any luggage

I didn't know where you were going
Was frighten of loving you
Didn't know where you were taken us
Afraid of getting in touch with each other

I need to be a gallery director
or an artists to get myself
a tailored made suit to become invisible

Then we can embark and disembark
Then we can exist near
Then we can embark and disembark
Then I can exist near you hidden

I would be standing on the platform
you wouldn't see me
I don't have any luggage
I would be standing on the platform
you wouldn't see me

I didn't know where you were going
Was afraid of loving you
Sorry for not taken that journey
When I should had followed you

Realise, have to be a gallery director
or an artists to get myself
a tailored made suit to become invisible

Then we can embark and disembark
Then we can exist near
Then we can embark and disembark
Then I can exist near you uncovered

Swimming in the Ocean

I have been
for so long
living underwater
I have been for so long
I have been
for so long
living underwater
I have been for so long
swimming in the ocean
I have been for so long
swimming in the ocean

I get sick
when I have
a bred of fresh air

People are just blur images in the water
People are just colourful images in the water
People are just translucent images in the water
People are just intangible images in the water

I have been for so long
swimming in the ocean
I have been for so long
swimming in the ocean

Underwater is much more quiet
Underwater is much more fresh
Underwater everything
is more turbulent
Underwater everything
is more limitless

I have been for so long
swimming in the ocean
I have been for so long
swimming in the ocean

Until I stop breeding