Poetry and Writings

The day to rest The day to think The day that marks the wrinkles In reflection of glass  Of wine that you drink

That light you find in darkness Deep inside your soul The one that lifts you up And brings back you your control The one that shines even in eclipse The one that reminds of her thirsty juicy lips Now that you're enlightened  You may have it all The purpose of keep going Is going after all The darkness does not scare me Because now I'm just having a ball Purpose of our goung is going after all

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