World’s Words

We cannot tell — what lies in this?

We rise and fall straight to abyss.

The world is holding onto crutches,

While we are standing here and watching 

The things we think we’ll never miss.

Unfinished stories hunt us down,

Like eyes of those who aren’t around.

Their voices bounce against the wall,

What do we do? Do we grow tall

Or simply wait till we are found?

The world is biting its own neck,

There’s nothing more to it than wreck

In aching souls of those who fight.

When we look up, we see the light —

So bright, it takes us all aback.

While we are numb, we capture this —

The world on crutches in abyss

And voices that keep coming through.

But we retreat — that’s what we do,

We don’t grow tal...

Sirens

I’m looking at all the things you’ve done:
The unexpected turns and awkward silence.
How will you know it’s time to run?
Don’t worry. I’ll turn on the sirens.

The Burning Ground

I can feel the ground burning beneath my feet.

I wish I could keep all the promises,

Predict every consequence.

The ground dances, glances at my eyes,

Fills them with water, 

I wish I was bolder so that I could shoulder 

Insanity, that feels a lot like vice.

An unfinished story fills the space —

Is that a phase in which I face all the glory

That one day may ruin me?

It is a clue I need to set me free, 

Accidentally, it is right beneath my feet.

The burning ground. I’m stepping down

In fear of being overwhelmed, 

I may prevent the ruinous and furious glance.

It stands with me from rhyme to rhyme.

It breaths and sets my feet aflame — it’s nothing but a childish game,

In which I’m destined to resign.

The ground burns, it’s right on time,...

You’ve Gone So Far

You’ve gone so far and yet you think

That everything is far behind you.

The things you’re missing when you blink

Do not define you.  

First Cigarette

You smoked your first cigarette

Not because the fridge broke 

In the morning.

It’s the mourning,

The sacrifice you make

Not to make mistakes

That need to be made.

It’s the broken elevator

On the tenth floor. You are more

Than you think.

A lot more.

Never be a Slave to Death (2 Die is to Live)

Yo I used to fear death when I take deep breaths now I look left 
Right I will still watching for my enemies who kill no deals 
Given yo I'm still living life of a hustler mad juggler 
Cant play with the joker deaths laughing having a blast 
Soon to see a cast newsflash leaking blood on the dash 
As the cops flash my photo for the o-btituary it's kind of scary 
See the murder of crows sitting on the poles lights discos 
I'm soon to crossover bold let my soul unfold then scold 
Mold the world to my ambition suspension once I strengthen 
Myself drinking too much gin ain't good for my health 
I'm going crazy maybe cuz I gotta visit from the red lady 
No tails succubus tryna take me to hell I'm feeling well 
Trapped inside of a jail cell physical making miracles imperial 
Black dynasty emerald shining like I&#...

Mountains

like rolling mountains,
the arch of your spine
takes me on a breathtaking
adventure

to the highest peak
of pleasure and the
lowest valley of
despair

it is a terrain I have
learnt to navigate ,
a landscape I have mapped
with the tips of my fingers

I stand at the summit
elevated and elated,
surveying the land
I know

your eyes
I claim as
my own

I'm your opposite

I'm your opposite
Did you know?


If you were a synonym
I'd be the antonym



If you were the night
I'd be the day


If I were the moon
You'd be the sun


If I were the darkness
You'd be the light


But if you wanted to switch roles
I'd do it gladly



And that's why
We are friends.

THE WINDOW!!

Sometimes, the blazing rays of the sun penetrates my body through
the window,
While sometimes it freezes me to the bone, by letting 'in' the brass monkey weather!!
Sometimes i see the vault of heaven making palpable colours on my window!!
While sometimes it shows the sun drooping into its hole in the yellow chromatic light.
Sometimes i see the pearls of water stopping by to see me, taking the shelter over the hedge of my window, along with it, bringing the scent of nature which comes after the pearls hitting the turf.
Sometimes it petrifies me by the thunderclap,
While sometimes it gratifies me by the clement weather!!!
GRACIAS!!! WINDOW!! you let me open to a new world!!!!

Self-knowledg

You said you knew me! Just look boldly at my humble abode: With the gradual orderliness and cleanliness arranged, you can't find any clues that I can sometimes speak to myself my vocal cords, a secret, inner room, with a strange mutter! My manuscripts and my mother can know my fleeting fads, my laughable rhymes - but only my mother knows me! A disciplined army of my folded feathers standing guarding may know the furry forest, the jungle bushes of my chunky hands, but really even they couldn't solve the eternal mystery about me: Why am I thirsting for loneliness, loneliness condemned to fertility?

Even so, I still like the shady sides of incognito, and despite my great hall, I avoid being noticed! I am still researching, discovering in myself the essence and content that I thought was led away, but my inner being is the constant doubt and despair itself!

I have countless ...