quinta-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2012

the fighter bows





after so many rounds

the fighter liks and bows

a hundred wounds

to find his tune


a quiet strange lagoon

is waiting from the start

though he thought

it was to soon


in the blossom of his heart

he finds the world is just

a love dream shadow

and love he must


praying his own sin

the fighter diving in


a prayer and a sin

a fighter diving in





heart milk






slowly my heart

turns into milk

and as it slowly beats

turns into butter


i taste the world

becomes so sweet

though i still weep i now

no longer suffer