You were there

You were there

A Poem by MARTIN IN DISORDER OF DCD

Sometimes we wish not to be here 
Sometimes we wish to be more clear 
Sometimes we wish to feel real 
But our minds playing games 
Over lights and over shames 
We are angels but we cannot fly 
Honest deed can make us die 




In coffee or restaurant 
In bed room or kitchen 
We are always searching for something new 
We hate it grey ordinary days 
Same people in same emotions 
Boring movies and boring books 
Empty poems with no empathy 




Where is pleasure our old friend 
I saw women with wounded hand 
Crying child and blood on the street 
Violent cops with violent deed 
Trust me we create what we are 
Lonely people need warm 
But what they get 
Only hands with the gun 






I saw you again without clothes
I try hold you i try be good 
But there was sweat from the dreams 
There was pictures inside frames 
I read something about change 
Dark Sundays in church 
Holy book cannot answer too much pain 




You wear clothes from salvation army 
Shivering in Vermont snow 
I give you bread inside the paper box 
Hot chocolate in metal cup 
Soldier coat and soldier hat 
Orders of love in name of me 
One kiss on your left cheek 




Red rose into your heart pocket 
Walk with you until edge of the day 
We chat about snow and about May 
Cherries are our secret fruits 
We eat them until we start poke 
Red colors in our bodies 
Red like sunshine 

© 2017 MARTIN IN DISORDER OF DCD



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Added on September 22, 2017
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MARTIN IN DISORDER OF DCD
MARTIN IN DISORDER OF DCD

Praha , Le Paris , the new York Bohemia , VT



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