Today Is Raining Paradise

i'm ok , but I wish I don't have to dig for souvenirs,
who'll write the unhappy events that happened,
with a warning note, for me to read
when I come back of be sleeping.


Today is raining paradise,
and I have to be awake,
keep silent without replying;
I have to dig, somewere else,
I have to dig deeper.


i'm ok , but i see my glass overflowing,
my fuse is short, and
you named the detonator,


i'm ok , but my pockets melt,
I got to go downtown and
weare my proper chain.


Today is raining paradise,
and I got to wake up,
i'll not sign
the resurrection,
dig for souvenirs,
dig somewere,dig deeper,
dig my own cave,
dig,dig, thru my starvation,
hungry bones of rest,
heavy bags of unsatisfied desires
of isolation, and my glass overflowing,
my fuse is short, my hands are uninspired,
odds in a roulette coming
from a cold russia,
dig, drag, drop.
good bye,white flags.

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Carmina:

Dear friend of mine

Freedom to travel in a memory,
go back and deepening,
go to the top, lavish a little peace and a bit of concern also,
but it is always better not to remember,
because standing water infects

Dig, drag, drop.
Good bye, white flags.

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An honor to read your lines, thanks for sharing
Receive my warm greetings and my "lit" smile
Congratulations!

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I like your way of writing,
first intention seems to contain simple expressions,
however there is a background of deep emotions.
'll keep your verses, thanks for sharing.

Kisses

 

You got me GRACE.....

 

MARY, deep emotions i still remember that day. kiss you friend