Still flying with my wing so broken

Love will hurt me once more
As the thorns of the rose will be stuck
So deep,until finding the sap
The scent of a broken heart
I've been witnessing the touch
And the mysterious abyss
Ready to fall
To fall with me

I grew up in the black cradle
When you asked me where the sparkles grow
I didn't know the answer
As I wandering here
Just a stray

Don't we all have a salvation
And the eyes of the mirrors
Can't reflect anything but
Stones willing to become flowers

Churches sell illusions
The fake idols
For whom the bells tolls
For the hungry bodies!

Still flying with my wing so broken
As a bird falling
On a mast
Waiting for tomorrow's flight
Warmer,brighter

Your rainbow

If love's got the color of your eyes
Then it should be as blue as the sea
During a summertime vacation
Wind caressing your hair
Love's got the color of your lips
Kissing all my pain away
Healing wounds
Love is faith , heavens and joy
A smaller God, a greater passion
When all by yourself
You float through my dreams
Your eyes will seek for the white, the black
The red in the beating of my heart
Please, whisper me the rain
Cause I'm your rainbow

( picture- Sheila Diemert- Autumn Waltz; fineartamerica.com

Born clumsy

You are always being so clumsy Oliver
Said my poor primary school teacher
You can't play football like all the boys do
You're not so social, friendly or a good student
Always fighting , never good at math or too religious
Haven't you ever been to church...at all?!
Yes, I've been, but ,oh hell, the church has never been to me

Hey, what are you thinking about, shouted my driving teacher
You are not paying attention to the road at all
Well, to be honest , I am not paying much
I love living in the country ,drinking cold water not soda

Tell me a secret, have you ever been to ..you know..those ''ladies'' asked once a closed friend
Nope, they were always coming to me
I am such a beauty , ain't I?!
( Probably between midnight and midday , when sleeping...)

So...,what happened to your career ?
I always thought you'd become a policeman
Nope, I can't become what I hate the most
I'm just another sad apple ''artist''
You know, I had to choose between my soul
And intellectual prostitution...