in my eternal search
white face and deep eyes
but with inspirations ~ highs ~

I rest.....

stop the noise! 
Hey, i am crumbling here! 

the voices so loud
the walk of passers by

this shock me, hurts me
I can feel it in my guts

? ? ? ? ? ? 
what guts? 

i was a poet you know
but they put me there
in grounded

now i am just a skeleton
thin and perverse

until i get the most beautiful words
and put them in a new poem

but how? 

stop the noise! 
Hey, i am crumbling here


but damn, has no more respect! ! ! ! 


they remain talking
upon my grave
in My Graveyard! 

Yes, i am a deadly soul! 
ha, ha, ha
no one expected for that einh? 

with vaporous torn dress
dancing around others graves
waiting for a word
to break up the enchantment

cursed by poor stanzas
that i heard and in a hidden place
i hold it

So behold! ! ! ! ! 

i am angry again
and for a word i am searching for

just stop by my grave
no noises no scandals
just be brave
and one word
you must to say

thanks!