Poetry and Writings

One song after another No father Forgotten by my brother I'm tired of trying I feel like dying No means no And it all shatters my poor soul

They steal But you got a greater power A greater will You got a skill, damnit! Keep on the drill, Create! Because there is a greater thing Than was is stolen or for what they wait...

So many faces So many gazes All are looking ahead None hear the voice Inside your head You maybe alive Or you maybe dead But the truth is That voice might drive you mad

Walking on stand on byers  Carrying loud that freedom In my skull... My pocket is full of fairy dust My smoke is shifted oval I don't talk to much But when I do, Even the devil listens

Young and oblivious You don't see who is free Time to play the one The son of the men Who's done Done with the obvious Casting shadows  Just to see Who'll be the one  To let you loose 

Shining light Masterful fire Calamity  Of restless desire We shake off our dreams But the true mind Is empty one Some say we may reach it Through looking deeper inside And finding the answer To 'who am I?'

What you cannot get here You can get somewhere else, Don't you dare to fear Your prejudiced disaster In comparison to outer self

Miles and miles Million smiles Thousand whiles Rolling through Miles and Miles Definite times Bottomless minds Destination well known

Raise your kids Erase your memory Start a fresh New generation Pure melody

I die alone I die sincere I dive like stone I die my dear