Poetry and Writings

Going mental So judgemental, People spit out labels and tags All I'm really doing  Is just playing darts

I don't seize to surprise I am into the battle with every sunrise What is certain is that everything will pass What is not, is who will salvage all that mass?

I don't want to do it I don't want to play I don't want to be the marksman  Of today

Trusty wind Carries me home I'm yet solo I'm still alone

Today is 8th of March International women's day I wish you happiness And so that everything would be ok Be in the kitchen, at work  Or in personal life I wish they'd always listen To what you've got to say

Middle of nowhere, Gas tank is full, I don't act like a fool, But it's still middle of nowhere.

It is quiet now, But it is not quiet in my soul.  Some days I live, Some days I die, Falling like a leaf, Losing it all.

Circles I walk alone again Mind making holes in thinking Zen I know that pain keeps me awake I know that whatever has faded Is really fake One last attempt at silent mind One last pretense that keeps The rest so blind I keep my mind ajar Perhaps one ray of light may heal  My sickness from afar

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...