Poetry and Writings

Thousand cussings return to one Your mind is vulnerable Hence you are still a Padawan Make it clear, word is just a word May it be a sound or a thought It is a by product of this world Enlightenment is beyond the concept  So free yourself, observe, That's what you truly deserve

If I ever to choose between  Bottle of whiskey and bottle of H2O I'd choose water  Because without it There is no destination I can go It gives life, it sooths pain, It protects us from the vast emptiness That will always remain

Angel, oh angel, entering my life Angel, oh angel, taking me for a drive I hope we have the same destination I hope we both arrive The world is not a friendly place But with you I feel always brave

Gotta go swift and slow Gotta fly high and low Gotta dream big and small Gotta beat them, beat them all

The window is open  And the dreary thoughts Are lurking around I look outside  And see the calm sea I wonder if the fear will die Inside of me When I wake up from a dream That questioned me I close the window I no longer see

Nowhere to hide Nowhere to run I am a kilo-terra-megabyte Wasting space and time Hard to define Warrior of 21st century mind No proclamation Only sedation One thoughtful preparation For a final evaluation of human kind

One dog is black One dog is white And there is a chick that marches In the dead of night I wonder who'll go first The dog that fights another dog Or chick without mommy or ounce of hope?

One plus one is three Because humans multiply If you let them be May be even more than three or two Because who will stop 'em, Not me or you! The real question here,  Is how one will find another one  To do what both of them ought to?

What is a sword without a sheath, If not a burden to every land? What is a sheath without a sword, If not misery at hand? Like a mirror without a face, It is useless, it is without a grace. I beg you not to seek, I beg you not to lose, I beg you only to ease  Upon condition of those That you already use.

Many things are common To a mind on a path To great success That will impress the mass Now, the failure is bitter And many thoughts with actions Went astray, there is one miracle however, For you on your distant way, It is the resurrection of the fallen From graveyard of mistakes They all will take a part in a bridge building On your path to glory and hoorays