Robert_007 Poetry (1)

Sometimes I

Sometimes I believe in time running
Time running between my arms..
Sometimes I hold something Ill with my spirit
Spirit of my hands
Sometimes I forget to light a cigarette,
And watch smoke
Sometimes I fell power between air
Air full of spirit,
and me
Sometimes I forgot to fell power of my spirit,
And touch and hold spirit
Sometimes I fell sickness
Of their spirit
And I joust want to believe that evil can become good
Sometimes I think about sickness and
Think about evil holding a lighted cigarette
Sometimes I joust run from evil
Sometimes my body and soul fell a spirit of fear
Faer inside me
Me and my self
Sometimes I fell pain in soul
Sometimes my soul is wounded
Sometimes my body is full of pain
Sometimes i feel fear and pain in soul
Always I ask my self am I good enought
Somethimes I share my pains and fears
With good people
Sometimes I share my memories with good people
Always I am worried about good people
Always I dont care about bad people
People In front of who's Satan is weak of evil
Somethimes I need to burn my minds
Burn my minds
And dont care abut burned minds
Sometimes I cry in my soul
Sometimes but not ofen
Sometimes my soul is happy,
And I'am happy in my soul
Sometimes I fell twiches in my body
Sometimes my soul is twiching
Sometimes for me seems a world is broken
Sometimes I ask my self what is root of madness
Sometimes I laugh over the madness
Somethimes madness is making me happy
But don't ask me why…