The Poetry Marathon

Nothing nature creates

Is ever a draft

Always perfect

From the first thought

From the first time

Imagined ideal

Born ideal

Like you like me

Ideal as a dream

Dream as a flame

In your heart

Desiring the world

Born ideal

Like me like you

Nothing is ever perfect

Nor imperfect

Nature is Mother

Of all ideal

Made come true

True is our ideal

Dream come true

Nothing can attack

Nothing can start

Destroying

The Life in your heart

The life in your heart

Is ever perfect, more than

Perfect can be

The life in your heart

Is always in me

So purely tenderly

Nothing nature creates

Is ever a draft

Always perfect

From the first thought

From the first time

Imagined ideal

Born ideal

Like you like me

Ideal as a dream

You got the secret in your bag

Your bag is in the middle of the road

Exactly in the middle of the crossroad

There is no cat in your bag

But nobody knows it

Nobody knows

The secret is in your bag

The secret of the cell division

Happening just there

In your bag of cells

The secret is in your bag

Don’t forget it too long

Just there on the crossroad

It will be crashed down

You don’t want to lose

The secret in your bag

The secret is nothing

But nobody knows

But you

That the secret that is nothing

Is in your bag in danger

Come on take it with you now

The secret in your bag

Will soon change your life

For the baggy secret

That you reward yourself with

Will be soon the best of your life

Listen to me Son don’t be fool

Your bag is in the middle of the road

Exactly in the middle of the crossroad

There is no cat in your bag

But nobody knows it

Nobody knows

The secret is in your bag

The flowers on your dress

Are not real

They are much better

They are much more

And less too

The flowers on your dress

Never dies

They go fearless

With all the powers of

Being flowers

More than that, on top

Of the grassy bird

The butterfly is flying

Flowing and giving birth

To the young pretty girls

The flowers on your dress

Are not real

They are much better

They are much more

And less too

The princess is upset

She can’t stand wearing

Any single day more

She can’t stand wearing

This too heavy dress

Weighed by 12 generations’

Dramas and wars

A fairy comes to her

Announcing the great news

Of her pregnancy

In the fabric of her own dress

There is the most precious gift

A true jewel

A wonderful and shiny treasure

Not just one, but so many

She could never count all of them

She’s upset because she doesn’t know yet

That this day is the best of her life

Ever

She doesn’t know yet that

She will have just to dance in the garden

In the middle of the embalmed flowering trees

She’s upset and doesn’t smile

When she sees the musicians coming

But in a few minutes the music

Will enjoy the sunny garden

And make home in the sky

“ what was in the fabric of your dress, my dear daughter? “

You’re a puppet

In your own hand

That you forgot

You have

You’re a puppet

Of an invisible puppeteer

That you forgot

You are

You’re a puppet

No one moves

How you are moved

Is a total mystery

It’s clear though

That you twitch

So much so

That you fall

You fall all the time

So much that one day

You forgot one of your eyes

And became famous

As the First one eyed

Voodoo puppet

That no one

Wants to pet

Your power for a puppet

Is beyond all considerations

Of sanity through alienations

Your power is under threat

You dance around the fire

You spirit puppet you

When they all sleep

You clear up their blue

You are their best friend

But they don’t like you

As you dance around the fire

To purify all their blue

You’re a puppet

In your own hand

That you forgot

You have

You’re a puppet

Of an invisible puppeteer

That you forgot

You are

Fusion

Diffusion

Transfusion

Core vision

Store wisdom

Dear firestorm

This place, this point

Where nothing stays

But the void

But the indomitable

The unnamable

So thorn

So twisted

So born

I am busted

Fusion

In your guts

Diffusion

In your stut

Transfusion

In your blood

Core vision

From the heart of the cell

That you’re in

And out

The cell that locks you in

And out

The cells that you hold out

And in

The cells that you fight for

And far

Store wisdom

In your brain

In your chain

Store wisdom

To regain

The future

Of that game

In your chest

In your pain

Store wisdom

Dear firestorm

You burn me

To the bone

You fuel me

To the shore

When I am lost

In the mourn

Dear firestorm

You love me

To your death

And save me

With your breath

Fusion

Diffusion

Transfusion

Core vision

Store wisdom

Dear firestorm

The bull ghost

Is so angry

Is moving so much

Dust

Scratching the dry ground

With its fiery shoes

He is ready to load

A big weight

In your face

You run

But it’s too late

You run

But it flies

It flies fast

And before

You breathe

You are caught

In its glue

The bull ghost

Is haunting you

Day and night

Light and prey

Pray now

The bull ghost

Is haunting

Even the dreams

In the days

Even the days

Of the dreams

Come true

Through the bull ghost

Venue

The island of beauty

Is just on the other side,

On the back of your skin

Flower many treasures

You cannot see yet

As for now

It’s prickling all your ears

And eyes into the blue

To supplicate you to

Truly get true

Through your dance

Into the sunlight

At midnight

When you can’t help

But stay

And sit down

On this bench

In the station

In the middle

Of this hot summer

That moves you through

This brand new love

Story that felt upon you

Before you noticed it was over

You sits down and sweats

It’s hot outside

And even hotter

Inside

You got fever

And she’s leaving you

Unsettled

And unrested

The island of beauty is just

On the other side

Of your thin skin