drink and life

How could I start? Maybe without thinking I'm already calling the waiter To release this poetry At midnight Alone at the bar I start to poetize But a shot of whiskey I need this to relax So let me stay It's still early And I have a lot to think about And between glasses and more glasses All my anguish I'm drowning I'm not a perfect guy On the contrary I'm a guy with many defects My mind has effects On many deeds It has already collapsed in many ways Over time I have created loves Flowers Colors Smiles And pains Destroying myself among praises Of mouths That also spoke horrors Desolate on many dates For wanting too much In a world that only has prices And there are no real values Look at my pains For many they are nothing For me They are even too much It makes me think too much Dream too much Fall too much Kill myself too much For inside Many laments With more frustrations Maybe one day you'll love me more Surprise me Record a song That reinvents me Many poets opened the gap For me to be one more But not just one With empty poems I lived stories Many chills With the gift of transforming them Into beautiful verses And only the crazy ones will know What I say in each sentence They'll be moved In each stanza I'll make you understand that it's not luck Much less a gift It's motivation It's conquest And desire in the heart That makes a poem Be more than a list Like a view Appreciated several times In the same way Without getting tired of it Because there it is Something that doesn't need to change Without needing to alter Or correct It's pure poetry With a glass in hand Just waiting for someone to read and feel...