From school year 2002-2003:
WITHOUT YOUR SHINY FACE
She sings somlemnly in a yellow head.
Your blind side troubles few
For they've never heard you sing
Only ones that see love you anyway.
its spectacle turned bliss.
What once was full dogmatic,
now houses free-thinkers.
A bare heavy beat
when water lifts its sovreign height
and its iron ore can no longer
succeed in what it came to build.
A note to a friend during class:
We have to change our dumb blonde
class thinking into discussion thinking.
I'll disagree with something and
you agree no matter how crazy
it sounds, okay?
However in the evening
turned a departed wing,
in a week it goes ape.
Lonely muse of intellect,
where are your followers,
where are your cuddlers?
You wake up lacking rhetorical ability.
You can't perceive images, they have no value
until the night casts upon your brain,
your brain experienced from day.
It is better never to sleep.
This year, this year will be madness,
constant nights in endless thought.
Pandemonium, blossoming night
. . . things will see straight again
for now it's down to dreams,
wrecked and harmonized,
swinging forth, uncontrolled and swift.
The nieghbors, taking notice of my
flower-picking, scolded me and
told me to leave. I grabbed another and vanished,
rubbing them on my body. It hardly
does any good, that smell always
linguers. It's infinitely better just
to drink and be drunk.
Almost as if there are no correct
answers and everyone has their own
Love. What is love?
There's more, next time.