How far i bet
How short i guess
Passing through this path of mess
Just for life
...
There is a battle at site
And my foes are air tight
But that will never give me a fright
My pride makes killing right
...
Stay alive, don't you dare give up
There's so much more to life, just look up.
The world is a beautiful place,
...
I wish my mind was plain,
No thoughts of her to strain,
No memories to haunt,
No pain to stunt,
...
The sound of the market, so loud and clear,
It makes me want to scream, and run out of fear.
The vendors and the shoppers, they chatter and shout,
...
I had a Black Diamond,
So rare and so true.
But she broke the bond,
And left me blue.
...
Deeper than blood, deeper than bone.
Our bond is stronger than any stone.
We are connected, heart to heart,
...
One Day you became a somebody
And forgot me within a blink of an eye
You bought a big Audi
...
If God was to blink,
And the Devil had a hint,
Oh boy! The world will sink.
And Old Nick will give humans his print.
...
A wardog is a friend
A wardod never lies
A wardog will always defend
And it's loyalty never dies
...
Useless words in an era of endless stupidity.
A generation lost, with no purpose found.
Every fucking thing is in vain.
Writing this poem is a pointless endeavor
...
A hundred years
A hundred years I wish to give
Just love you for all of time
To taste your lips and feel your touch
...
Behind God's throne, a secret lies in store
Where mysteries abound, and wonders galore
What truths lie hidden, beyond mortal sight
A curiosity that beckons, with a gentle might
...
A blue banana, a sorrowful sight
Frosted with grief, in winter's pale light
Its skin so cold, its heart turned grey
...
When I fall
Life seems to be far away
Sinking into a void
Of total gray
...
Who cares)
A Confused Soul
How far i bet
How short i guess
Passing through this path of mess
Just for life
Or just for death
One of them is all i get
So i live my life
I try my best
Not to make a single mess
Pay my dept
And face my death
After all that's what i get
'How pitiful to see one human value himself over another, when in truth, we're all slaves, fleeting and searching for something - love, money, acceptance, a sense of belonging, freedom, dreams, children, power, fame. All of us have to spend our lives fighting to get what we see fit else, we would drift without purposes. Everyone's a slave to something.'
'Me is the masterpiece of my moments, painted by the people, experiences, and memories that have touched my life.'
'Humanity's tangled web of contradictions and deceit has exhausted me. I'd rather embrace the simplicity of destruction as a demon, free from the burden of pretenses and false promises.'
'Anything common to man becomes worthless'
'Christianity has a big invisible spine'
A lazy man has no right to dream