Category : Poems

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The place of creativity 
leads me onto a path 
covered in hirsute begonias
and humongous birch branches
And ranchers 
Complaining how they are
laced with thorns full of acid
And slices of the forbidden fruit
to force you 
into succumbing to your temptation
Failing light 
shines on your equinoctial tears
as you realize that this is
A path of complete self annihilation

No note of color
Just black and white stains
Embroidered on your ideological vision
Comfortable minds afraid to dream big 
with no room for truth
Just your own self imago
and competitive excuses
Nothing more,
than a blind skyscraper 
using its full height to show off its strength.
hmph, how original?