Poetry and Writings

The struggle between the powers Of shadows and light Like every story it has a begining And an end, but it is the middle That is the most interesting

I see a glimpse of hope in your eyes It keeps telling me to keep sober Not to angry Gods of old and new Some years ago I have betrayed My faith in you, alas now I regret it This cannot be fixed by walking forward I keep struggle not to give in  To villainy but it is challenging I keep on forward a pious man

Good for nothing shows the time Endless pity for my rhyme Meter is scarcely kept in those lines I pretend that I forget my own mind And beget a different design Now I am the God of verse Is it destiny or plain curse?

Once upon a time In a very dark mood of mine I broke a point in line And made it underline My obscurity of mind, My subordinate compassion To the souls falling into recession I'm well read enough To say I, as most of you, Just dwindle away my whole day And find happiness this way

Turning another page Leaving the lively rage behind Traitor of the traitors  Is your own mind Be kind when you divide and conquer There may be casualties Breathing in through your inner torture

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.