My Reason Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

My reason for living has gone

you were the witness to my silence

I lived to serve you, love alone i strule to be happy with myself

Z piece of meat, a ochre leaf tossed in the autunm wind, a plaything of nature

togethernes as oposed to alonenes is at a premium

But dont mix buisness and pleasure, have patience

The static the passed the future are all fragment of the biggest constelation

The water on the eart is like the ink as oposed to the book, one holds writing, is a record

acumulation obviously created by insecurity

now 4 selfishness and unselfishness

the percentage gain when i meet and join the oposite sex

love as acup of sweet chay

we should be winning and were loosing, my taking of pills is on the rise

im badly socialised

im practicaly a hermet

Now lets look in the mirror and take a lok at this ugly mess

were looking at 40 decrease in consumtion, and therfore


esential good as oposed to bad, are you gone with the wind or are you

REady to stand 4 what you believe in

there is not a meeting in miles

anyone or anything, which degrades the situation is at work

the moon is out under the warm evening air, we seem blessed, and we enjoy

I think your a friend amidst this foliage, and i like celebrating as opposed, to destruction

The result is not a result that endorses non etherallal performantce that does honour to the god bachus