What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

 

Philosophy Of Pain

 

 

When the last words don’t say much,

It’s time to use your fists,

Since fists grace the human kind,

Buds started a boxing match,

In accordance with flower arts,

Nuts didn’t participate,

Blooms used forbidden strikes,

They drew their thorns and prickles,

They unsheathed their malevolent pride,

Crying the war of fiery petals,

Good-natured and stingy nettles,

Were ready to make a bet,

Who would win the last mortal battle?

The naked pistils and petals fight,

How many would have been knocked down,

How many would have been trampled and crushed,

If only a bluebell’s trumpet,

Hadn’t released an official update,

In order to stop the uprise,

‘Achtung, Achtung, botanical beauties,

Attention, botanical beasts,

Don’t come to blows, ladies,

Better go and get some tan,

Don’t bruise each other, please,

I’ve seen a black cloud this morning,

The information was checked,

It has been confirmed by an undertaker,

Before I decide to confide it,

In my peacemaking trumpet,

The horse and the silver tree,

Found a safe harbor,

Near the ex-brome field,

Too bare and windy spot for our fellow beings,

That are alleged lovers’,

The horse lord lost no second,

He knew the spot like the back of his hand,

He set off for the ex-safe harbor,

Taking with him an axe,

Very quickly he faced the place,

In the heart of the longest winter,

It was bucolic love,

The horse ran away in awe,

It tried to mislead the disbeliever,

With the first chop he heard a moan,

‘Is it possible?

Trees can feel!’

‘The biggest   pain I can feel right now,

I won’t be able to see my love ever again’,

For the first time in his life,

He faced the love like this,

He hadn’t known that everything had a soul,

He hadn’t known that everything could feel,

Many people don’t know love,

Everyone knows pain,

Pain was something that he knew too,

‘Wait a minute,

What am I doing?

I am committing a crime!’

The farmer wasn’t a villain,

He was a kind and rational man,

He grew up among people,

That always lived for a reason,

We live for no reason,

Like there’s no tomorrow,

It’s the goal and gold of our lives’.