Keep the Silence For Flowers
the blinds die and end of story,
There is no story...What to talk about?
when there is nothing to talk !!
Keep the silence for the flowers.
and "The smell of lilies and Fridays
And as a target ...
the world among others and acts,
And did not hesitate and did not hesitate
Or low and does not get up ..
Or up as not to break...
And ... simulated and Kali, distressed
Or in the strange world,
of many twists or excursions
And the naked climbers,
unbelieving and amazed
Or sauces and visceras,Or ovens, volcano fumes
frozen diarrhea dung, or pride and pedals
The impossible or routes and fear?????
imprisoned more than the chains
? or fear is the prison. Yes. Fear paralyzes
Prison maybe ,small or maybe large
The Ethereal and Ephemeral game
and the castration ..give hollow of the actions and eruptions born ..
Why are they returning to the scene?
To the dry valey of tears ... where have feeling hurts?
And destinations ... unfortunate project ...
Burned in communion and the pipettes and the breezes
and anus in rockets and silos ...and not the sky or ceiling;
the Mare Eva, gave birth on ,rats and unclean from floods and sewers
Creating facebooks ... sample of the small muzzles
and kills them in eternity ..those chimpanzés from hollywood movies
Those revenge stories,stupid milks and veneric vessels,
... the end-of-the-century poisons,
By pissing on the millets...those invertebrates venoms,
and ruthless of mud and mire of an unnamed planet
Copyright © Karl's Libers | Year Posted 2017
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