Even before I was the first draft
of a very insipid novel ,
I stop believing in the smiles
of grown-ups, claming
to be my owners ,having bought
me in the bazaar of incarnate...
They wanted me to believe,
that frogs were edible ...
Dylan,was just a crook whistling in vain,
and Cohen an impostor boy
who put suzan on the sidewalk...
50 years later and so many guitars
out of fortune ...
Today is like a winter of fire ,
a few starry missiles in the sky of palestine !
Blue flies socializing !
I drink my coffee in the nowhere bar ,
a guy in front of me, asks ''Are you all right ? "
Buddy you can't talk to unknown people,
it avoids useless wars !
I pull out a gun, and rub his nose
in the civilization ...
Until the rescue arrives I've already flown
to a new childhood where I won't have
to endure any of the smells hidden
beneath mask and scam ...
I'm just this different kind of fool,
tracing on the walls of indifference :
Leave Out Love !
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But love shall cover the multitude of sins...
Love can be the justification for many legal crimes !
There's a righteousness judge, and no crime will go unpunished.
I'm just this different kind of fool....
Welcome to the madness club !
I think this poem speaks to some of our deepest fears. Painful, but so extraordinarily written. As Tina Turner sang "What's Love
Got To Do With It?" Perhaps it's for us to find out. Excellent!
Acrobat walking a tightrope between light and darkness...
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