Always believe in your dreams
If not always, then at least for once in a while
Believe in your dreams

Always make a conscious effort and start believing in what you dream
If not for a long period of time, then at least for a fraction of second
Do believe in what you dream
Believe in your dreams.

If not quite often, then at least for once in a while, dreams do come true
Also it happens that we do come across someone for whom dreams have come true
So always, do believe in what you dream
Believe in your dreams.

Be confident of yourself in all the work that you do, believe in yourself
Be yourself so as to believe in the work that you do.
Always work with keen intent and interest
Horn your skills and develop them
Better to do the same old, routine thing in another way once the skills are developed.
Live in the present, but confident about future
Like you are confident about what you dream
Believe in your dreams.

Live in the present
Believe in the future, if not ascertain the same
Love life and live life as you like
Never give up in life, but still always remember
Believe in your dreams.

Let the mistakes of the past remain in past
Live in your present, which is obviously much more certain than anything else in the world

Like for many of us , who never forget to dream
In the same way for all of us there is something to remember
Never give up in life
Nobody knows when luck will turn back and smile
So even when you continue to dream
Do believe in your dreams
All which you have dreamt of in the past
Believe in your dreams.

Believe in yourself
Never believe in what the rest of the world says
Like it is always said never believe in what others say
Even if and even when you listen to what others say always be sure and confident of what you have got in your mind.
There are no two ways about it
Either your win the game or you lose
Either this is true or it's false
Good, better, best
Always give your best

Believe in the fact that things will get better
If not today, then definitely in the future
Believe in yourself, be confident about yourself.

Believe in your dreams
Dreams do come true
So always believe in your dreams.

Dreams make us believe something
Dreams make us believe
All the life that we live can be different
Much different from what we live on a day to day basis
Dreams do make our lives interesting in many ways.
So believe in your dreams.

We live each and every moment of our life
We do what we are supposed to do
Like we always believe in what we do.
Believe in yourself
For your belief is different from what you believe
Believe in your dreams.

Dreams do come true
If not often, then at least for once in a while
So do believe in your dreams
Nobody knows when dreams will come true
So always believe in your dreams.

Little boy was so smart.
Had the highest grade.
Best day,
was when he pretend to be sleep when he was made,
Valedictorian.
No one knew how upset he was, to stand out above.
To be better, best, and yet, who really cared.
He saw and knew the work was easy, only reason others fail,
was because they never tried.
Old soul he was told by many so far in age above him.
It was as if hubris hugged him.
Why put full effort when only half was good enough.
We were just slaves in a system testing who was just enough.
It never matter he knew, not at all.
He was just waiting to see his classmates fall.
They believe they were working to live life,
in reality they were working to be life.
To be another part of a bigger machine,
rather live life for there own esteem,
and I was smart, but I was the same.
Little boy Genius .

The question has to be asked, “How hard can it be,
for a man to get a decent cup of tea”?
How can people get something so simple so wrong?
A question that has vexed me for ever so long.

Let me be clear, lest there be any confusion
I’m not into tea leaves or these fancy new infusions
Nor herbal or green, earl grey or the rest
A good plain cup of tea is simply the best!

I wonder why it is that people bother to ask
When they will not put any real effort into the task
Yes they are careful to ask how you take your tea
But what you get is something different, entirely

If there is one thing that really gets to me
It is being made a half cup of tea
I always opt for a mug because there’s never enough in a cup
But for some reason they seem incapable of filling it up!

After just two mouthfuls, Surprise! It is all gone!
I hate always having to ask for another one
All the effort they made has gone to waste
The whole experience leaving a very bad taste.

Making tea is a formula, very hard to get wrong
why so often served weak when I always ask for strong?
A small drop of milk please, how hard can it be?
But I often get tea in my milk, not milk in my tea

I do like my sugar and to tell the truth
I do possess an awfully sweet tooth
“three and a bit” I say when they ask
But is stirring it such an impossible task?

How easy can it be? Just move the ****** spoon
You were just standing there, what else were you doing?
And to see all that sugar sitting there at the end
Would drive the most sane person round the bend

Another thing I get really mad about
Is when people do not take the teabag out
And though the cup appears to be full to the top
You take the bag out and watch the level drop

You might think it’s funny but it’s certainly not
What to do with a teabag that is dripping hot?
A cup of tea is supposed to help you relax
Not be the cause of minor heart attacks

And the biggest evil, by far the worst
Is those who serve tea, knowing the teabag has burst
At the end you get a mouthful of leaves and grit
I do love my tea but wonder if it is worth it.

It got to the stage where I considered drinking coffee
But I was bamboozled by the variety available to me
Mocha or latte, perhaps a frappuccino,
Or maybe an espresso or a cappuccino

No, the idea of drinking coffee just left me cold
all I really wanted was a cup of tea truth be told,
Though I have been accused of taking this issue too seriously
There is nothing in the world quite like…. a decent cup of Tea!

He danced, we watched
He felt, and let
His trance, our stance
He showed, and we bowed

His aggression, our passion
His fiery vision, was truly art fusion


|AB|

I look around and all I see
is chaos, strife, pain and disease
despite the things I have achieved
these wretched things crash over me.

There was a king from years long past
who said that treasures never last
“Everything is meaningless,
a chasing after the wind.”
Better to leave those things to rest.

My medals and trophies will soon be gone
These aren’t what I must focus on
The sort of mark that I should leave
is that which for eternity lives.

And none of them realize
The effort it takes to get out of bed
To go outside for the day
And face all of my fears
None of them realize
How tiring it can be
To pretend.

My vessels
My veins
My vessels
My fiend

My pen I never strayed
My lungs I do disdained
My legs not rightly placed
My hands, beyond tangled

This is just some words about
The ethereal wandering spine:
Made of hard candled wood
To be laid cold on the lane

The ghost of it, I dare say, wandered around
Spoken of shame and of the nomads
And in silence, it sew the raging sea
Into yarns of distraught constellation
All in this ill world, not above

The spine was of rage and of distress
Wished forever to stop standing still
And forever more, laid to rest
As broken bones, as thousand glasses
To be unnoticed and blend as well

Fifteen years of shame
Haven’t eaten
Fifteen years of shame
Haven’t beaten
But bathe in dirt

To blend means to fade away
And to fade means to accept
Annihilation and memories that may
Dangle from the tip of your bones

Why would you
Or the spine
Take it for granted,
wish it to be true?

Truth be told;
a spine helps you to stand still
Aside from your legs and your partial heart

Imagine;
if it wander aimlessly
Where would you belong,
and where would you stand?

But still the spine wanders around
To reign upright on its own
Then decorate beauty of its own
Oh, and perhaps, again
Blend in as well as to fade away

Away
Away
Away
From you

From:

Fifteen years of shame
Haven’t eaten
Fifteen years of shame
Haven’t beaten
But bathe in dirt—
And could not stay

Look at your spine
Which you can’t see,
why are you so sure
That it is there?

Look at the spines
On your surrounding:
Lampposts
Broomsticks
Electric poles
Candles
Pillars

Look at the spines
That stand on their own
Just a single stick
And nothing more.

Believed to be incapable
Wished to be broken shards
Ended up standing still
For eternity, for darkness beyond

And what are you
Without them?
Just a lump of flesh
A fabricated skin
An empty will
And nothing more

Living in
Fifteen years of shame
Haven’t eaten,
haven’t beaten
But bathe in dirt.

And what are we,
without them?
Just dark vessels
And distraught veins.

My vessels
My veins
My vessels
My fiend.

A catastrophe happened,
I say, I say,
All I heard was the sound of the fay,
A whirl and a twirl,
Till the sun melted first,
Like a bottom of reasons that don't contain hurt,

I saw it! I saw it! The sailor announced,
Like as if a ghost had came into his house,
The purpose for me, is the purpose for you,
To live life out,
In the bottom of a shoe,
Don't pounce, or be some shy with me,
You groven truc' von shapaloop'
I saw that man with the mystery chair,
Asking me sharply if I was still there,

I said howdy do,
Mr. you know who,
I just hope you know you,
or better yet your self you do,
To see the fire standing top,
To the see the valley's slow down and stop,
A'ghast the greener' flames' I see,

A little old man, about yay' to be,
Came in with his forest of fears,
And failures, Out with the mustard, and guilty potato's I said alas,
He said get the people together for mass,
Must I said I to him that's so vast,
He said don't worry my love will last