Caged Words

# THOUGHTS_IN_MY_HEAD

What if you're just destined to get hurt, to be stuck in a point where you never want to be, when your words aren't enough, when your actions have no effect, when all the fibers of your existence scream just to be heard and yet, only the most deafening silence returns the echoes of your screams? Is there something beyond words and action?
Flowers feed on earth and ashes,
and mostly murky water --
yet they are holy, beautiful, with a nice fragrance their colours delight both eyes and hearts.
While man, before whom angels once bowed down,
looks on flowers, drinks water purer than tears,
and crunches deep red apples --
yet turns ugly -- why?

WOMANIZER
I have a woman I love,
She’s gentler than a dove,
I’ve never known such love
Yet I am jealous of my love.
Trapped,

I can’t keep from others’ wives,
I don’t fear to be tricked;
I keep company with divas
I can’t take my eyes off pretty girls;
I have broken much virginity,
Given myself to prostitutes;
The other day I saw
Sister Gertrude, the nun,
She got off her church regalia—
I satisfy all my mania.

My mind dwells on their beauty
I’ve lost my one desire,
Passion inside me is like fire;

My love’s turned against me
Listens to my sweet words no more,
She already knows what I am
That I am—I am—a womanizer