Poetry and Writings

The art that was a therapy  The man who never tried But made it nonetheless The fear, the loss, the victory, The world he left behind And legacy that eases up  Upon the misery Drink tea and smile Because he drinks beer in heaven And smiles back at you

Blood thirsty competition Revolution among the admission Try to calm down the nerves There is no other superstition

You may be someone Or you may be none at all The purpose of life Is to look for that golden ratio In it all, after all, after all, Numbers complete words  To make us whole

You may be someone Or you may be none at all The purpose of life Is to look for that golden ratio In it all, after all, after all, Numbers complete words  To make us whole

Where the olive trees meet Where the candles were lit And the time had sowed seeds of hope We now live together  And call it home Population's overdraft  And pollution takes a shaft People die and their halves stay alone Such is agony of growing old

When a monologue and conversation meet Broken soul stands in complete defeat  Be the musical on the white paper sheet Be the sun that your mother has lit Get busy and move your feet  To the sound and voice of your own beat cowrite with @loliiitttaa

Tastes like brewed piss! Let the Irish and Germans Brew the drink of the drinks I tend to like Guinness more Than any Tokyo shipped can Of falsely made ale

I'm just lost in a way, hey, Playing a God who would stay, Proposing the truth every day Just another man who lost it, Then delayed the solution,  Ney, I haven't got much left to say

Hot beaches Warm people  Bar music like none else I haven't been there but I know I stole a piece of it  From the other side of the world

I have written enough To pass the twelvth class And many more hours of work I pretty much realize where it's going, Where next time will land the stork Craft of the crafts is giving life  To young fellows ho spark and inspire  The old ones