dance me to the end of love

Poetry

Poetry!
It's part of me;
my words are not the same, you'll see.
The rainbow lying down the hill;
the rain in colours, and until,
I will become just wind and dust,
will always be a "must".

The words;
are shinny swords;
vibrating diamond chords,
and we are knights in silky armours,
we paint with words called rumours.
a chorus sing a ditty song:
the place where I belong!

The light ;
speaks bright;
has all the mighty plentiful right ,
to bound between the dark and green,
an inner vivid world and I am in.
No matter what they tell ,
this is my heaven and my hell!
 

You owe me

You owe me a flower and a good-night kiss,
a sunrise, a hot dark coffee and a promise,
like a child, I rise my eyes at you, my soul,
it's singing the good old song, like an owl,

I hear the rusty lock roaring in her bowl...
The golden key it's groaning in your hand,
I see, one glimpse of truth, I understand,
the naked truth in front of bleeding eyes

it has no frame, your heart it's a device
you're empty, spent, cold flame of ice...
I had a dream of you, deep in I did forgot the key,
you owe me a piece of heart, and as you see,

no one was good enough, no one was you,
you were my lock, my lunacy, my true
my death and my religion as I knew...
Remains the wake up as a grooving pain

I am the silence of a man, insane,
I am the spoken word behind the mask,
you are the real, you're the master task
which one it's me, is all I ask...

You owe me a good-morning smile and kiss,
so many rainy nights and dreams I miss,
I was a stranger in my life and now
I do not know nor where nor how,

inside of me it's morning...thou...

What color is the disappointment...

I wanna know, maybe I should have known till now!
Anyway, I keep wandering,what color it is? I have some a kind of clue,it is more like a feeling,
somehow I saw it many times before, but I am still in the fog. I know mine,I am curious how it is for the others. Mine goes from dark black till blue,when it is blue it is still hope...hope means life, in the end, it is all based on faith, hope and how much we can endure...and love...oh, love its another story, we will not talk about it.
I will talk about disappointment. Mines, yours, ours. We all experiment it once in a while. Bites with sharp tooth right till the bottom of the soul, cuts like a knife, it is like waking up from a beautiful dream: reality it's at less than a second in front of you, was warm and Cosby while the dream lasted and now, what an ugly surprise: you are awake, the blanket on the floor, pretty cold in the heart of the night, you wish to swim back, in the same dream, pull the blanket back, close the eyes, but it refuses to come back.
You know what? I am not in the mood...so damn me,why to talk about? talking means nothing,in the end are shooting words towards the stars, so far,they can not came back, no one hears, no one sees, no one but me...I just wanna smash all the weird thing passing through my head, each little nasty feeling like an annoying bug. I have lots of bugs,singing in my head, I am tired of this old rusty song...I guess I am just disappointed...and that's all...