Everything comes from my self

(The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters (Francisco de Goya, c.1797)

i’m my own artist

of my nervous life

i’m the prayer

of my own marvelous

believing and cry

i’m my own Godfather

for my broken

back, feets and hands

every thing

comes from 

my self

i’m my own Devil

for my jumping heart

my feeling of sadness

for my belly and

my circulation

during every Meal

every nightmare 

of the night

beside you in our  

canopy bed

every thing

comes from 

my self

only our love

comes from you

my every day

love