Sugar baby love...

He was bleeding rage,
Crying isolation across the lake,
Such a good looking guy,
Never thought about until he saw seduction rise,
For even the weaker have gone ahead...

Who would have thought about his protuberant vain?
Today he's alone facing the wrath of the rain,
His laughter leads him to sly love,
His baritone voice voice leads them damsels to alive and kicking lust,
Now he dwells in a distorted city,
He masked this royal parade...

He wants water,
Maybe a little slaughter,
He wants to seize time,
This ignominious sadist wants a sonnet that rhymes,
He wants some elevation,
But did he know he grew fond of monotony?

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The wall...

Rise and fall,
To arise and wait,
I respect this walk,
For this contempt that left my virtues to break...

To expect and respect,
This awaited position,
Caresses rusted regrets,
I gave birth my salutation...

These bricks that bear my deep respects,
These fissures of consolation,
For even those bound by strength,
Haven't been bound by perfection...

Certainty is too placid for this journey,
Assumption for frolic,
To tackle the walk of dreams,
Or give lust a miss?

This barrier to light,
While we've begun to caress the dark,
For monotony has borne a certain splendorous to my eyes,
While I'm left to nurture myself behind the wall...

That's a still from the wall

Tainted visions...

Is fury really the worst aspect my child?
Is fear really the worst aspect my soul?
When the water penetrates the hard soil,
when we're blue as the night sky and black as coal.

When the light was blocked,
when my senses awoke,
when the sound had stopped,
when behind those words there was no hope.

When cast iron was tough,
steel just broke,
when a feather was rough,
when we lost our scope.

When we lost our Calvary,
when we lost our honour,
when the walls were bland without graffiti,
did all this just make us stronger?

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