cos' you shined so bright,
too bright,
and that's what made me blind.
so when you left,
I can't see anyone,
I can't even see you.

Dear all my friends,
doesn’t matter where or when,
all of us are now more than tens,
it’s time for us to write with our own pens.

I hope that you will read this with a smile,
a little bit hope for a tear in your eyes,
since this is my way of saying goodbye,
because now we all just have to go and fly.

so I just wish that you all will be flowers,
I wish you all will go higher,
I wish you wouldn’t be any smaller,
I wish we would stay more and more longer.

I will be there for you even when you are sober,
not going anywhere even it gets colder,
from January til’ December,
our journey will be now or never.

I just wish that you all will be strong,
even when things turn out so **** wrong,
I wish we will be forever along,
I wish in the end we will sing a happy song.

I am writing a piece of art,
I am writing all these by my heart,
to remind you even we are million miles apart,
it’s just going to be another new start.

Days like today bring me to reminisce,
of the life we shared, now an abyss.

Recent life has been testing,
this lonely Mother’s Day solidifies your resting.
Today it feels more like you were never here,
what type of life is it that I’m now investing?

Posed with the question of happiness.
what is this meaning without you?
living today admonishes the truth,
only former memories allow me your bliss.

Mixed feelings of love and hatred,
circumvent in this current conquest.
As I contemplate reaching out I'm reminded,
that your remains are all that is left.

Be at peace with the truth,
is the message you conveyed well.
I question God about this new reality,
a life filled with constant duality.

Your loss is permanent,
& recognizing this is pertinent.
This daily battle without you,
I cope because your gift of a DNA armament.

“Time brings perspective”,
were the words that escaped from your soul.
You are still my everything,
and today I escape into your memory.

It is a sad situation, nobody could deny
could it be the hand painted tear
designed with one reason only - to terrify
to lay tracks, to spread a fear.

A clown is supposed to be funny - his profile
Bright, over-sized clothes to complete the plan
do not be fooled by the hand painted smile
portraying he is not that type of funny man.

Years ago it was a different story in the *** of white
you automatically smiled at his expression
held to the moment by the false floodlight
leading him down the path to depression.

His world, this craziness, leaves him alone
His false tears, his smile turning upside down
The expression now has turned to stone
and he lives in his own little ghost town.

This was not supposed to happen this quick
his life is taking on a tricky path ahead
Gone are the days of the laughter from slap-stick
leaving now misery from the big boots, bad tread.

He is growing old, failing to make an impression
he has ran out of smiles, empty of his own fuel
running out of money after each session
leaving him with debts and ridicule.

He does his best, seeking new times, new hope
but it is like everything else,the sign of the times
in a nut shell he can just about cope
the more you scream with laughter, the harder he climbs.

they once told me...
Walking until nowhere to go,
keep going until you got so low,
don’t afraid that you gonna blow,
nothing would happen if you just go with the flow.

so I...
Trying hard, try my best to achieve,
trying so much that I missed so many sleep,
trying so much til’ people called me a working creep,
trying much, didn’t know I dug in too deep.

while I...
Giving all my thoughts and my fits,
didn’t realize me and my luck has split,
thinking I should have realized since I was a kid,
that how hard is it to take a hit.

but...
I’m too tired and too exhausted,
feeling like hanging by loosing thread,
feeling like I am just good as the dead,
and right now all I do is blaming on my faith.