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The images lose themselves, the colors
the ones who were ment to consenting words
not emotions.

Upon the dying light of the piece
of earth extirpated and frozen, 
the seed of destruction.

Every leaf and every weed, aren't ours.
When the dark mantle falls,
at the distance there's only voices, laughing.

Why do they laugh? asks the justice.
There's no accurate answer, except a knife
deep inside in her loving.

The leaves fall in front of the foxes of dawn
The trunks fall before the evil
and blazing wrath of the men who didn't know how to love.

How can they love?

How will we know how to love? Do we love?

I think the love are little fireflies
They burn, dance and die illuminated,
blinded by their own light.
For ideas that aren't theirs.

The once love for humanity root
is consumed slowly, green blood falls
with faces, with green
flints.

They


mean



                                     Nothing.

G.L.
It turns out ugly sometimes to think about the genial actually the people I admire are, I don't say it for the cool way of speaking, I'm saying really intelligent people. I've met quite a lot from many countries, and every one of them have their speciality, for this can be approved (or not) by society. But still I keep thinging abour it and I realize I'm not precisely from any area.

I thought and I persevered in artistic fields like drawing or recording or even "art" appreciation whatever that is. I think that "appreciation" can go inside those too. I sometimes feel frustrated by using the strictly necessary words to say something.
I mean it, I do it all the time so people think it's nice to be with me, but my actions are smaller than my words. They say an action worth a thousand words, I doubt it. Like any word can describe our emotions, our action also betray us. Some times even the mind of someone we believe "Integre" finds himself fractur0ed beyond repair.
 
All those pieces throwing themselves to the horizont like dancing leaves. I think we constantly live trying to fix all the pieces of our "being", and we can only die if we are complete. I guess this is what's called an "existencial crisis", is when someone only realizes this. So on, he can pick between two paths, the lamentation path, which is more introspective and slow. Or he can pick to the career path. which is for people that want to do as many things as possible to try to forget the problems. So they don't let them cure properly and they never let them see the sunlight. They only make them a nasty, smelly , smoking infected pustula. 

How do you call this second in the morning when you have to remember everything you've done in your life and the reasons why you really exist. The brain does it like a routinary exercise independently from the hour in which you wake up. I realized that afte some days trying, also to keep my brain entertained. It's not like I have a lot of people to talk about those thinkings when Mariel (my girlfriend) isn't home.

Let's come  back to te main theme I think I won't be even close as half of cool as the people I admire, most of the time they have this inteligence level that makes me jealous, but that path is also flooded with nasty fellings: The lonelyness.

The lonelyness is as sickness that is so underrated, it's dangerous. At least perfectly apllied can mean a possible risk of making a pariah. Or in deficit a being uncappable of vivig in society like a "normal" human being. I put "normal" like this because it's really hard by the people I've known and the things I've seen to find really something "normal". And yes, people we're a planet filled with anormal people. There's no such thing as a norm, we should have realized by now the stupid and ephemere the condition of human being.

Well, I think that's all.

G.L.

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I guess some things doesn't change even though the eyes of some one. The segmentation of ideas flooding in infimous seconds space.

There's only words here, but no verse. It won't be any either.

The verses die for prostitution,

Throwing up clichés worth
nothing.

The words are simple daily
lies.

We hide between the s u s p e n s i v e dots...

Shout to the life with the might of a splitting atom, It' s unnecesary being an asshole to enjoy it.

Life have masochist tendencies.

Destroying is what's left.

Destroy.

Plaster flying away fast. With the same urges of freedom: wanting to become smashed potatos by will.

And explode so there's nothing more to worship.

There's nothing left except smiling to the needles under your fingernails.

This isn't a poem, it never was. This isn't writing.

I'm nothing, and I don't have to be something either.
and if some stupid comes and tell me this is poetry.

I'd prefer you keeping this, for I'll never regret this loss of a couple of

words.

Some awfuly chosen to the ephemere sigh, a couple of seconds of a sleepy smiling look.

Although everything feel so good. It's so cold. It burns.

Burns inside out, another reason for implosion. But what a way, in endless verses without any

Sense.

G.L.
The images lose themselves, the colors
the ones who were ment to consenting words
not emotions.

Upon the dying light of the piece
of earth extirpated and frozen, 
the seed of destruction.

Every leaf and every weed, aren't ours.
When the dark mantle falls,
at the distance there's only voices, laughing.

Why do they laugh? asks the justice.
There's no accurate answer, except a knife
deep inside in her loving.

The leaves fall in front of the foxes of dawn
The trunks fall before the evil
and blazing wrath of the men who didn't know how to love.

How can they love?

How will we know how to love? Do we love?

I think the love are little fireflies
They burn, dance and die illuminated,
blinded by their own light.
For ideas that aren't theirs.

The once love for humanity root
is consumed slowly, green blood falls
with faces, with green
flints.

They


mean



                                     Nothing.

G.L.

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