Poetry and Writings

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. 

She dazed us with a smile I thought she was so urban but so wild! I thought the tender touch was a mesh Of heat and cool, but little did I know That underneath she was tortured And she was cruel. I picture her in mind when I grab a thorn Of rose... those nipples, That flamboyant pose...

Hard work doesn't get you there Love doesn't get you there Education too doesn't get you there Only being sly and ruthless gets you there What is done is done I'm the one of that I'm aware

I feel weak But I'm not sick And am not down I fight it back I fight to whack I hold my ground Corona sucks! We can't not eat any big Macs We rather fight for greater destiny We rather be one with liberty.