Temple of Words

They wore no cloth Though wrapped in gold and Riches multiplied By X(s) times X All these glow stones Gave them no covering.

My heart bleeds... Right now it bleeds And the tears from it Go into a labyrinth

Excerpt:              Unmentionable silhouette of confusion      Took our darkness into boats to decorate their      Land to grow their pockets into purses      And their purses became huge banks that They said: Everyday, When the sun rises from the west It sets in the west And the rest became the chest That darkness always dwelt.

Excerpt:  Sadly I may not be enough, But happily, I have made impact I am a drop of rain Searching for a soil on Which my impact would be made:  I pray I drop around a plant That needs water badly,

Excerpt:   His words got to me in the wrong part of my emotional prison that a huge punch, GBOSA!!!, Soon landed on his scornful face and catapulting a tooth out of his mouth... pooueh!...   Enjoy your reading Sometimes last week I was at a get together along with some friends and were all asked to disclose our greatest embarrassing moments and like a spoilt tap letting out water unstoppably, each one poured out his and hers, which were, I must confess, extremely funny that even myself that  I had perceived to have the greatest most embarrassing moment in that gathering was heavily laughing after listening to so many ones; though not all were funny, and even some people’s most embarrassing moment were even other people’s most exciting moments.