Suicide…
losing sight
of the good inside

Gloomy lies…
that you’re a plight
coz' of your looks and size

True, besides…
choosing to fight
is for the good of
Mankind

Live up!

star called Scar,
miracles like firemen
The sky sources signs
umbilical to inspire man
Power of thought
dreams without proof
or miseducation?
the Hour is odd and
even aloof from
Miss education
Some forgetting and
sought to scorch  
the ceiling, suffocating
coz we’ve lost the
torch to meaning

Weather is squeezing 365
Matters of squealing deep inside
The future is precarious…
as usual, we’re precocious
Simon says God is dead,
but the sign says, “God ahead”
Screens got us facing down more,
It seems we're prostrating
to the “ground floor”…

Nah.

…never mind the façade,
everything soon comes full circle.
Metamorphosis,
all this vanity fair
will exhaust the sweetness,
and the Child will
cry for the Mother once again…

holdfast, this too shall pass.

“…I write with a feather of an Angel,
that’s why the weather is unstable…”

Yahweh first,
for leading me
through this passage…
My life was a mess,
but now it’s
breeding a message
remember complaining,
climbing this
mountain up stream?
take a gander at
the confetti
Writings about this
life I lead

"...still waters run deep,
but I still have a few more waves to catch..."