An open bottle of liquor
that contains words to make you drunk
in the seas where you float in rigor
and somedays you wish your time shrunk
love birds that once were
now distance pulls and holds
and the visions are all a blur
no hope for what tomorrow unfolds
just a dream boat to hope and hop on
this path blows a cold breeze
but who am I? To my soul I am the don
so let the coldness freeze
family broken like shattered teeth
brother dead mother said father never coming home
to get away I fly east
towards the light, a new milestone
I'll trade you these four walls for a mansion
bigger dreams, bigger problems, bigger things doesn't mean greater mass
just need a little value for a big bang and a universe expansion
truth is blood drink the blood or spit the blood at last
dust is not just dust if its from the bones of Christ
and these are not just poems if they come
at my hearts pains price!
Angelo Velasquez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nails-to-my-heart/
