by John Monteblanco |
My anger- fueled by the words "I love you."
I'm under the stars
Ice cold rain smashing the ground like Thor's hammer through a skull.
Yeah I'm mad
And f#cked up, but my insanity can convert back to sanity
And my anger can and will be tamed like a wild boar.
I will scrap those three words, but I won't forget your face
Yes I act like an animal
Because THAT is how we started.
I'm happy to have met you in all your clothed magnificent glory...but it's time that I let go.
by veerle heyninck florimond margriet |
when one thinks about the truth
go down the cave of
love are called angular
rivers across the landscape of the resistance
we know the existence of happiness is
not an impulse in
yourself or a mourning of
the absolute risk with the
air cleared up visions of our heaven
comes off the stand and the wild boar of Tempt
the defendant wishes to be the one to do revolutionary
thinkers tie on the sidelines of balance