Poetry and Writings

Let's go for a date in Hell together Driving red sedan through the rivers of blood. Joining the Devil in the destructive level, I'm your man, you're my choice given by God Let's go and dine at the peak of Mount Doom Time for steak and wine in the land of gloom We won't suffer, I promise, we'll just observe The demons our dessert will serve Because we conquer not just conserve

The day, The night, The star shines bright And whole world sits in a lockdown. 

In the mood for wish wishing I drink my green tea  And spoil it with cola after Perhaps it's too soon  To think about forever after But I dream of endless night Where stars shine brighter than her eyes And God is rolling dice To predict the outcome of how good or nice He is going to be to all of us afterwise.

Go sleep a lamb Wake up a lion Stop eating grass Prefer some beef and wine Stop being scolded Start fighting and mold the molded Go sleep a lamb Wake up a lion

Catch a bird in your hand Let them all understand The means to your end Before the time is spent Get along by yourself Make it happen Even if no one else is happy Make it happen again

Whisky and cola I love the aroma I can't get enough My liver is tough Time to fold I seek for the gold This is enough The time is rough

I am just tired From all that has transpired  Some say it's just the way I'm wired But I'd rather say there is a manner The world turns, That leaves us at times with gains And at times with no returns. 

Obstacles over minds and goals Little bird flies alone I wish I wasn't a goner But I'm already gone My life is just a foreplay Before I lie with Devil's wife And then I'm back to the oblivion Gone for longer than long Back to where there is no ride or walk Just an old dragon's smog

Obstacles over minds and goals Little bird flies alone I wish I wasn't a goner But I'm already gone My life is just a foreplay Before I lie with Devil's wife And then I'm back to the oblivion Gone for longer than long Back to where there is no ride or walk Just an old dragon's smog

Bitches don't cry And gents don't die One simple question Boggles whole mind Keep simple going Answer is: I don't really know. Keep it stupid simple Because nothing will make you as nimble. 

Line after line I still believe in what I'm lying Line after line Where is it my true sunshine?         I'm a joker with insane mind Bloody Voldemort with dark magic In his spine.  I crush my own realm out of time, Line after line, wish there was a switch For a second attempt at handling This poem blind.

Nobody wants to help you They fuck you up and throw you away There is no need in hoping It would work out any other way The truth is you can only rely on yourself So keep trying to mend the reality Upon your own behalf

Needle in a hay... Bruised and battered But I stay I would want to go away But the COVID trapped me  And I'm here somewhere  Near the end of day Looking forward to be free and funny, All again, and mad but good in certain way.

Drop that weight from your heart You don't have to mind their judgements Neither do you need to be a judge yourself. Drop that weight and free yourself Life is that much easier that way.

Drop that weight from your heart You don't have to mind their judgements Neither do you need to be a judge yourself. Drop that weight and free yourself Life is that much easier that way.

Certain things remain the same  As the old songs with sweet refrains As the honey and the milk  Mixed with tea to ease the pain As a smile that reminds, You are still good old and same.

Find your balance Lead the way You were born With a soul of light That's your fortune That's your might Bring the life To light and day It's all hollow  It's all empty anyway

I saw myself drinking too much wine. Reflect the prison cell of mind... I'm certain I'm kind, With half full glass of perception of the wild, When I'm rather sober, Than whining like a morose day in October.

To see. To feel. And still instill that lost breath Of warm and courageous will I see you there singing about my lost spree Towards the empty,  That empty, That will set me completely free.

That monster that eats your brain Not quite zombie, not quite insane, Something deeper, darker, Something of your own game... Piss poor performance of past lives, perhaps? I sit secluded and attribute my brooding To empty souls that came before  And will come forever after... What a painful disaster!