Poetry and Writings

Is not important, Important stories are being told, Remembered, revered, There is magic to them, A happy ending even. My story is not such, I don't cry Or laugh too much. My story is only black, blue, and grey. Forget about me even starting to say. I'm no one, hence I obey.

Worn at home Sitting all alone Waiting for the drone To fly by  And make me skip my life's misuse Do I get my cashback  Or is it all just capital abuse?

So much of nothing taken To make a little bit of something I dare to accomplish the pinnacle Of true shape shifting art Now, I'm complete But that's only a start

The smell of life in the water Makes me wonder  If there is an altar  For water Gods Still in shape  Making pilgrims cruise Let it flow  Let it go  I don't care because I got Them deep river blues

The wrong things The right songs The bright people The strong thoughts And the miracle of the sheeple...

They are all so pretty But so scrupulous  In so many ways I wonder if ever I'll get a chance  To romance a lady From other shore of life Question I cannot ignore But you babe drive, just drive!

I'm past that stage of a sage in a rage But I find my mind to be in state Of sophisticated madness

Maybe with eye for an eye The world will become half blind But with a tooth for a tooth We all will just need a dentist

My heart was minced, Chewed, swallowed, then shat out, And returned back to me But you know what? It is still beating.

To hell and back again Mr. Buckingham I need a new drink As every other sinning man I want to break the floor And dance upon the fire  Of complete terror Now here me roar, Oh, here me roar

I'm crzay, I'm mad, I'm evil, I'm sad Would you love a madman, honey? Common babe, it's that bad! Common break my heart, I'm already half dead.

Your fake love was never true Your remarks about me  Never kept their hold As if I wasn't torn enough Tormented by the shame You had to cut me deeper To drive me insane Bloody vessel of God Be damned unholy creature Go back to Hell My love is over for you

Athletic and poetic Kind of insane Still playing this solo game I bet there is no reason I bet there is no cause For the prohibition Of merry time loss!

Slowly slowly People start to understand There is no journey There is no end One hell, another We are all born from the same father, Mother Earth we owe you a favor People's death is your sweetest flavor I don't mind diying as long all men die Before me, this I call a freedom of setting Earth free.

The struggle between the powers Of shadows and light Like every story it has a begining And an end, but it is the middle That is the most interesting

I see a glimpse of hope in your eyes It keeps telling me to keep sober Not to angry Gods of old and new Some years ago I have betrayed My faith in you, alas now I regret it This cannot be fixed by walking forward I keep struggle not to give in  To villainy but it is challenging I keep on forward a pious man

Good for nothing shows the time Endless pity for my rhyme Meter is scarcely kept in those lines I pretend that I forget my own mind And beget a different design Now I am the God of verse Is it destiny or plain curse?

Once upon a time In a very dark mood of mine I broke a point in line And made it underline My obscurity of mind, My subordinate compassion To the souls falling into recession I'm well read enough To say I, as most of you, Just dwindle away my whole day And find happiness this way

Turning another page Leaving the lively rage behind Traitor of the traitors  Is your own mind Be kind when you divide and conquer There may be casualties Breathing in through your inner torture

You cannot break me I'm already broken You cannot shade me I'm already Snowden  You cannot inrage me I'm already the wrath itself C'est la vie my friends C'est la vie I am