they say greatness can't be found
if you're less than a slave bound
down with some imaginary tether
formed from the Great Lies
of our blessed Modern Times
to that I say *******
maybe I enjoy being a slave
trying to relive old ways of life
lived by primitive men in a cave
surrounded by danger and strife

the pen starts to write
I refuse to be gentle and kind
to offer you peace of mind
to keep pretending I'm blind
to graciously bow down
to be the royal clown

as it is so it is written
smitten with the same words
over and over again

**** being published
**** your fame
**** your image of a tame
kind eyed romantic
dreaming of a better world
I'm a savage and I want to ravage
the sublime thighs of Lady Time
if immortality can't be bought achieved
I'll just climb to the top
and **** down the head of Chronos
if I end up being swallowed
by his gigantic mouth
I'll carve my way out
through his stomach using sharp words
and badly written rhymes

to hell with your preconceived notions
on how to feel emotions
on how to live
on how to dream
I'll love somebody with all my hate
I'll twist the arms of fate
I'll be early by arriving late
I'll eat soup as I would eat cake

to Heaven with your dreams
it seems you're already there
judging humans below
to Nirvana with your spirituality
being enlightened and one with all
as you ascend from the eternal descent
to the Bank with all your riches
and material possessions so you can
have more and more and MORE

it's a bit confusing I find it amusing
that I wish you all the well
while imagining you in a bottomless well
it's a bit confusing I find it amusing
how I keep abusing your sense of calm
with stick figures drawn with letters
it's a bit confusing I find it amusing
how I wish you only good
then again I want to say *******

**** it **** your acceptance
I don't need your understanding
or sympathy
or do I?

confused by my own words
****
whatever mate' I'll go and *******
******* some poems
as I drown in my perpetual shade of blue
being depressed oppressed
by my weakness

here's to being modern **** the World
make it your ***** pillage plunder
**** on the seventh wonder
get ****** be hissed by old hags
wearing old rags
dreaming of smoking ****
wishing to be young and wild again

here's to the World burning in fire
a myriad of Nero's hysterically laughing
as they watch
inhaling the fumes of their own insanity

here's to ******* till' you sweat
uh huh you like that don't you

here's to **** **** and ***

here's to us bearers of *****
aimlessly wandering from hole to hole
trying to fill the emptiness of our soul
with cheap beer bad ****
consequently conversations about philosophy
that **** the duality of our being
into a metamorphosis truly worth seeing
we're all moths flickering around some light
bright futures waiting to be lit
and pass down wisdom to future generations

here's to us whom now and then
see beyond the ****** veil of reality
and paint obscure dreams
onto the mind of strangers

here's to us fake poets ignoring
the visions dreamt by the Machine
showed down our throats since we're born
torn between consuming
and always wanting more

here's to us all humans on a tiny planet
trying to figure out where we belong
as we reach for stars
our scars become insignificant and petty
our sorrows and woes are obsolete
as we slowly slide down on the complete
beauty of Time

here's to us all
whom in our trifle existence
connect to each other
love hate and feel each other
whom live each moment as it's the last
trying to escape shadows cast by the past
whom burn brighter than the Sun
and we run arms flailing trying to fly
ending up sailing on the ugly sea
of a minimum wage dream

as it is so it is written
smitten with repetition
I don't want any recognition
my words have already taken me
far beyond the limits of sanity

thanks for taking your time
to embrace these few words of mine