Blooming Tree

Blooming tree,dried dead
naked love, tormented soul
stay alive, all by yourself
fed up with essence,
moan now with pleasure.

Lies and lawful certainties
a specified arrogant example
giving a one sided show for herself
the striking nature of woman's soul
value to nothing, nothing of value.

The handsome goose walked real tight
craving imaginary stares of admiration
beautiful soul, ugly appearance
Who would ever deal with it?

Its friends who react according to their moods?
Its loves who never existed save his thoughts?
Noone...
Destined to live alone
and to rule a kingdom
to rule his own self.
No glory, no arms, no deeds of valor
no enlightened paths to follow
Just a normal life in a normal world...
In a normal world...
where nothing ever changes,
where originality is hidden
only in children's dreams
where I am an outcast
and the goose will just
become a chicken
to be grilled
in the oven
of your
conscience...