Poetry and Writings

Midnight, what do you do? Heart trembles alone in dark. Sparkle. Thought. A kind heart.  I sought for wisdom everywhere I could, There was even something I understood.  That day has passed. Tommorow comes, gents, dames, Turn to gold and dust. We sought for wisdom, we found lust.

Scribble, scribble you little scribbler. One fine day somebody will deem  Your writing worthy but till then  Don't lose no joy in writing, Although the hope seems lost... Scribble, scribble you little cypher.

Scribble, scribble you little scribbler. One fine day somebody will deem  Your writing worthy but till then  Don't lose no joy in writing, Although the hope seems lost... Scribble, scribble you little cypher.

Slam dunk to my consciousness, I can't sleep I wait and wait for dream to come But then I get up and drink cola Without rum. Perhaps it's the adrenaline I got through the day Perhaps it's just being young  And frivolous and a payback For all the previous nights I slept away. 

My best cheating meal so far That caused so much guilt I couldn't hear myself chew, Because I thought: "man! I'm loosing you!" Then I looked at the mirror and said "Going to get pumped next week. Pizza or not, I am going to look big!" So here I'm at my home gym, Paying the debt for a previous night Pizza dream. 

Find someone who won't say words  Of defamation behind your back Find someone who'll lend gentle kisses  To your neck Find someone worth to work for Day and night Find someone with whom life  Will be just and right

The dog the tether The earthly matter I found myself substained in old news Looking for a chance to win When all I do is lose Perhaps the destiny unspoken Awaits not far away But certain, I'm certain I rather live to see the righteous way

Dead skeletons in the closet Family lies Sudden surprise Outmost inclusion  Certain solution In a disguise... Matters get worse! It's all like a curse I mask myself in anonymity but truth is I am as transparent  As fragile is our equanimity.

Tomorrow. No! Today! I will write my poem then post it, today. Otherwise there is just nonsense, Because regardless what I say, I'm a poet, a writer, and in order  To make sense of myself and my words I must write... they obey, thoughts, If I say so and write today. 

She is an iceberg Lurking in the shadows of the night Making ships sink  As if there was no tomorrow I wonder how cold is her heart How cold was it when first time Vanished the flame? Some questions are never to be answered...

Sun shine or moon light rain People follow people Nature follows itself It's simple and plain. Willows and pines Stand and collect life into their trunks Into their roots, leafs and seeds... Growing steady through summer sunshine, Through winter snow. People run away but trees  Never get a chance to go. 

Don't listen to their evil whispers, You have a golden heart, It too has a voice Its own voice is in no way smaller Than that of their tongues. Keep the gold shining, You deserve it to be pure As a dust of a star. 

There laid a man of great valor  And legendary will There was a rumour, A prophecy told about him coming back To the world of living. About how he would be the key for future existence. But legend is a legend only. He laid for another thousand years. 

Being fed with a dream that will never come Being raised to believe in super humans And greater worlds.  Being told we are extraordinary when there  Are billions like us. We are all fools, we chase the material, Play the statuses charade evil game, While the only thing that truly matters Is the fire within us and how well we keep It burning within others.

Everything truly great was already written. Why to bother? Why to mind? Why to mold thine self  Through this craft unkind? I am asking you oh writer, Can you come with a better story than  The Bible, Illiad or Hobbit? I bet you cannot!  Why to bother copying of their greatness, Better live your life fully and only then share And shed true, original, greatness. 

Solomon's soul Pure ounce of gold I can see you control The whole as a whole On your way out You're full of doubt Take the renaissance in your hand Make it blend and mend With Miss Universe That here now stands

"Peace and quiet!" Noticed mister Whyet.  And the labrador retriever Has appeared and chased a beaver Down the lane, bashing everything  And everyone like if he was insane. "Peace and quiet" Heard him angel up the cloud saying. He immediately composed a plan, A refrain for a situation unfolding Into a divine game. The labrador chased the beaver back, And his lace got Sammy by the neck.  She was dragged back to mister Whyet, She insisted the journey wasn't mild. Mister Whyet fell in love The cupid has shot an arrow from above. "Peace and quiet" said the God, Serving a child to a mother and a proud dad

I'm happy I'm sad  I'm good I'm bad I don't know why I never wondered The sky is blue but so am I Why do I still see you? The red rose flame brings memories back I keep on saying 'I'm not insane' but the tune Has stopped and there is no other creature More greedy or more corrupt

You're stuck and brooding like insane Forget the words, forget the pain, Spend your time with your inner flame One might say it's just a game Anticipating the humane Recall her name Place the dice and keep on playing

Dustling among the many That falls down in obliteration Surrounded by other dustlings It may happen soon, What has been here Won't be here at noon. But some are certain it is not a full moon.  Yeah, the dust accumulates  In that dark tomb.