jbkaria giovanni cb Poems

Made of flesh and questions
rises from a box of matches
attempting a shot a day
reborn distracted
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I fly to win
complacency by the unhealthy for your Sunday
galleys full of innocence in black and white
from the slits of my cell walking
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And now let me flow along your back
let me in
touching your skin as if I were the wind
feel as tight as a drum skin
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Have you seen the number of years that I carry in my pockets?
They are the branches of an trasparent oak
the sugar's beaches on the London smoke
the explanation for life that runs behind the death
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Fear has a sterile form
grows without life
stealing minutes from your dreams
insistent steps to create forms that you should have done
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Will be the same wind that grow inside the passion
where the fiery love have something to say at your hearth
I was born only when you shout my name
in your darkest hours
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