Blender Smells Like Burnt

You've moved my heart.
you've shuddered my fears
you've stole me a love
you've betrayed my instincts
you've took me into the abyss
putting to try my religion
You've moved my heart.
Filling me of fear
You've forced me to run
removing the force of my feet
you've shaked my home
you've removed my livelihood
you've opened the doors of the hell,
and the water took them so far.
The Earth quaking of fear.
The people no thinking,
the children screaming,
the floor was moving,
the buildings were waving,
the houses were downing.
You've moved my heart,
you've nibbled my charms.
You've crashed my delights.
I was running speedy,
But I wasn't found my love.
You've grabbed my sorrow,
The wind was smiling me.
The Earth was quaking again.
The iron statues were downed.
My soul have gone with the deep sea.
My loved girl isn't sleeping,
you've moved my heart.
You've tore me out of the living them
as well as the end of a song.
The silence of the waves
will be the unique witness,
you've moved my heart.
You've grabbed my sorrow.
You've stole me a love
in the day that the Earth was collapsed.

Jean Machuca

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Blender Smells Like Burning

Go

When he cries
go numb when you run to your arms suffer when you suffer you run
to mine
when you laugh when you cry you're with me

me when you're scared me and when I hurt
're with him laughing and hugging
to
not cry and when I cry, you're with him
comforting to
and does not crumble when I laugh, I'm with you
but you're thinking of him
then go with your love
go forever without consequence
not love you back, do not follow me seeing or calling
not interest me your life, no future together
sorry I'm crying now giving me, giving me
comfort myself with words of encouragement
the mirror,
not need you, nor your eyes or your scent
angel in heaven, nor your voice quiet
or your loving arms, and warm skin,
When he laughs, not with you,
but that you do not mind, so

go with him before I regret what I say.

Jean Machuca

How Does Weed Help Cataracks

The lost poem

Poet
found a poem full of love, full of sorrows
was lost on the full moon bringing the soul
full

The poet read the poem
adventurous
pleasant scenes looked a second
dwelt in the letter and then said, "not my gem" The poet lived


poem unloving, no penalties,
no charm or good things

The poet took the poem
furious hands of a foreign life,
folded the sheet, threw him to the curb

Jean Machuca