BALCONIES ARE GREAT
How happiness is woven into balconies
Outside the silent empty house each day
And strikes the old hate to empty in a bin
Maybe a book growling on the shelf
The time when we sense the furniture kept
And how it is not sudden but still persistent
These are where orgies come out evident.
An open window that looks out into the streets
As I stand my lifespan complete itself in a dream
You are so happy that you conceal the onslaught
Repeatedly taking in the demonstration of thoughts
And all you have is a balcony to talk about
You are so poor that you can no longer return
The warm sunlight from the good morning.
As long as you live you want to grieve
Hidden is the suffering and happiness in your universe
And here work best be done of faith that has returned
Like the growth of a tree with roots deepened
For what is happiness is always right
No other thoughts stir throughout the night.
Triggering symptoms of the space provided
From above I can see people walking
As if I were looking at the sheep that fly over the fence
Busy in a simple adventure keeping the distance.
Beneath are what could live wanted to and tried
It hurts to look down and observe those in lines
The moon grinning in a round number without a name
I laughed because I wanted to honor the day.
Every job has its day and a country to talk about
The inside bird and outside bird in a fight of transparency
You will find werewolf’s and angry Poseidon
And as long as excitement remains
You will find things like that in balconies
Hoping the road to another house is a long one
You will encounter spirits that set the soul free
May there be as many nights as possible
With what joy?What pleasure?What harbors?
You sure that there are people below and nearby
The magnificent being the car,bike and lorry at a standby.
By don’t hurry the journey at all as it lasts
It steps right into our lives over and about
As I hear the spit and crackle of heartbeats
What it is to whisper and deliver love in the streets
This practice from the balcony that is unveiled
The inheritance passed down as a gift.
Allowing awe to practice as stars will usher
This is where we gods shall meet and cease
That activate space particles and the event horizon
A deep grasp of will to become the whirling wind
That makes us leap to find the song
Fill our bellies with infinite calculations and thorns
Extracting the elixir of life that makes you shift
Billions of blue blistering barnacles that drift.
I choose to leave the house and remain on the balcony
Don’t waste your breath explaining your mother of this motive
Why daily you are so happy and patiently drink your milk
Stand by the balcony and let you rage those six yards of silk
When the change for attempted murder is domestic
Imagine a thought cloud in your head trying out the gimmick
Remember to write about balconies and unburden
With a pillow,water bottle and a packet of chips.
Sigh no more of the dull and heavy
Converting all horns of vehicles heard into an identity
Know that you are celebrating success
This is my city and this is my home.
Balconies are where poets are born
This is my city,This is my home.
