--happiness is not meant for the sufferer, JMLV, "La Vida Rota"
pouty beautiful enraged sinews, soul,
said the young poet to the silence's howl,
its ever arboring returned echoes
make a sound as though harnessing fulcrums
torrents of avenues throb into forms
chasing them through their burrowing flower
nested in the groundswell, born to be thorn,
full stinging nettles fingernails crown
the blade turning spindle woven by dreams
is the smallest hour spent only to grow
and for no other reason life broken
without purpose is thrashed splintering bone,
mercy was not made for kindness of heart
and happiness lost on the miserable
pouty beautiful enraged sinews, soul,
said the young poet to the silence's howl,
its ever arboring returned echoes
make a sound as though harnessing fulcrums
torrents of avenues throb into forms
chasing them through their burrowing flower
nested in the groundswell, born to be thorn,
full stinging nettles fingernails crown
the blade turning spindle woven by dreams
is the smallest hour spent only to grow
and for no other reason life broken
without purpose is thrashed splintering bone,
mercy was not made for kindness of heart
and happiness lost on the miserable
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