write a poem on your palm
paint with words that speak the language of colors
invest all energy to buy a villa deep inside the jungle
where wars for your body were fought
listen to all the advise you need
choose the best brush
set that on fire
invite the heroes that were once losers
speak in different tongues
same as those lousy bastards
working against the clock to claim your dream
come on, just listen to their vague lies about things you will never owned
please dear friend, why build a castle from discarded building blocks
shaped in your own misery
you never ask why Kandinsky made those paintings
instead you became the fly in my soup
promising me that we will enjoy the truth of the stars
dear losing friend
you chase the diamonds in other people hearts
living and not breathing for a second
the exterior world of your existence is about gaining status
no matter the words sounded like those wise words
only Jim Morrison would recite
until luxury is only a game of temporary lies
build at the expense of your failure
the life you made is simply only a mere reflection
of words that paralyzes your strength
nothing more than those television shows
where their preach about love
only to shoot
only to scream
only to have fake tits
only to put more sugar in the money
after the demise of these liberated poem
home was never found
never found
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