Poetry and Writings

You cannot break me I'm already broken You cannot shade me I'm already Snowden  You cannot inrage me I'm already the wrath itself C'est la vie my friends C'est la vie I am

She was apt To my conditions, To my heartfelt disaster On the missions I pretended not to care She pretended I wasn't there But when we shook along The ground Earth itself  Shook as strong

So tired, So pissed, The gentleman in me dies Every bloody day The beast in me awakes And I desire to break everything And tear piece by piece everyone  Standing in my way

Little body Little soul Great affirmity of whole Bigger mind Great ideas No need to break it all

Internet is full of them Streets however, are not as much. There are lots of pretty faces But not too many pretty souls. The diet is more important Than thoughts you feed your mind with, Such a pitty, A gem is found only once in a millenia  And if lost then it is almost as if forever... The world has lost its touch. 

There is a girl  On the right next seat She certainly has flower on her lips But most likely as well She has a sword in her mind Farewell, pretty, kind.

About the time to forget  To get on your knees and pray Because, well, some things never say What they ought to say. The paradigm of truth is that you stay alone Even in the crowdest of the temples. Don't ask me why I forget the ceremony But rather ask me how I do without it, Every day.

When you get rich And by that I mean truly rich The way you should, You don't count money Or stars  Or deeds you did good You count on your self More than ever More than most ever could Count the measure of your will That drives you to your dazzling glory That people never understood

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