Nostalgia of Pains The itch persists. I want to stay at-large to protect myself in the infant sensuality. I remember my poverty daily to become rich. Why did you remove your wounds?

Two makes Three The words are dancing. Ego changes many faces, but no shadow follows, where you go. This happens love becomes a panic. I cannot touch you. Why have I lost my pen?

Whom I Dispel It was not an orb processing a moon. A spider measures the length of the distant fly, I have asked nothing. The torch wants a pure vision. Death will not come easy.

Everything is Naked Not fragile, I always move forward. Theologically, I will prove who looks behind me. I remember you. The morning is still dark. The dust still covers our peers in the storm.

Did you Meet an Antiman? You want to make the pain happy? Like Gestapo you had picked me. My half-poem becomes the antimatter. Where has the sensuality gone in the rose garden? Who was the changer? What now honeybees are coming?

How to Make you Happy? I don't think about myself, and try to rip off the meaning of suffering in the interest of love. I won't listen to the voice of painful howling of two hounds near the cemetry. Do they predict the holocaust?

Weighing the Coins In a rose garden What you were searching for me alone? Metamorphosis? Grief will come again. You cannot compete with immortal pain. What was your place in the Milky Way?

Walking on Wetland What a dream? I am not a beau, a poet. Trying to become a genius, a part of god. The pain was in my eyes. Why do I want to reach the moon to see infinity?

Strange Shadows I wanted to reach you one day. Will you open the door? Did you apologize for not committing suicide? No restriction to go beyond the sky. No objection to end. Between real you and real me it was dark.

Bleeding and Melting Where you go, sun will rise. My knowledge was very poor. I was running after the butterflies. Do you know me? But I don't know where I am, a poem comes. The pilgrim has lost the way.

The Candle Flickers in Storm The grief was intense in individualization. I walked on the singed coals due to rain brutality. Someone comes from your back after touching Buddha in sleep. I did it again. Killed my poem.

Sitting on Hive Water and flares were walking together. Who survives to ask the god to give justice? The deep well of our pain, shuts and opens. I don't want to collect the knowledge. It kills.

See my Point The silk spreads on your tongue. No less, it was a lottery of blood. Not a pathless glory. Are you going to decimate the truth? What was ingenuity? Suddenly an immobile moon.

The Scholar Prays The mythical chariot comes again and again to take me away. I refuse to leave. You were not like you are today. I think about the cosmic .The duplicity. Man builds knowledge.

Panther in Cage It reflects my agony. I have no connectivity left with the broken rainbow in the sky. When I am shot at, I tell my pain to my poems. No more homicides of love.

Not Negative This helplessness. You cannot change the world. He dares not to live. This was the purpose of not killing the ants? You want to wear the moon?

Me and Pain are One A rusted message was to morph a Hitler in black hands. This was an ambush of embrace. Love after the violence has something to say. Pain on pain enlightens you to meet your soul.

This is my Departure Debut Why do you want to live in my skin ? Why was this a poison? What was the weakness of your ascent? What would be my tale? Am I competent to kill the Drosera? A plant eats the insect as a food?

A Spider Walks on The Skin I am going to stop thinking about myself. Core of knowledge fails. I am losing the dialogues. How long do you have to drink hemlock daily? The death comes and goes back. Is it a magic?

Noiseless Footfalls The question is, why does one die? I catch the flying words. Mortality takes care of the curtain. Drama ends. The heart speaks, after the clouds. Rainbow comes. The edge sharpens for kindness.