Sitting in my house,
Stuck inside, can't play outside
Trapped by a virus
But in the midst, I see Mom
And remember why were fine

I know it's a difficult time,
Understand that you are characteristic
And so on -
- Despite being characteristically
You are still excellent ...

As for my current mood,
It is very similar to the last minutes of the apocalypse
Feel the love.

pure so
pure purely pure

heavily addicted couldn't
stop even for an hour or
so i became a lie living a life
of lies;

me the lie gave birth to following
lies which caused a clash:
i against i

soon the addict within me wanted to
die he longed for the excellent
death

made me jump on the outer window-sill fourth
floor toying with ideas
enjoying ideas

didn't wanna live anymore
longin' for the excellent
death

yet here i am
remaining
standing

i will remain
i will be remaining
i will have remained surviving each form of
the excellent death

cause you know what???
******* death!
god already planned everything.

it's logical and more than anything else it's
love

i see you god daily in my children's
smile
and every day we look at each other for a
while

you're my reason to smile you're the reason to
laugh although i could
cry

I WON'T DIE

I do ponder on Aristotle,
In  these groves of golden wattles,
Was Aristotle on the bottle?
"What is beautiful?" he asked,
He set us such a puzzling task,
How to define beautiful?
Maybe, things inspirational,
Or, indeed, something admirable,
A pretty verse, so lyrical,
Or scenery beautiful,
Or a woman, lovable,
Maybe it is a life of harmony,
Are these beautiful, prithee?
Excellent question, Sir Aristotle,
Maybe I should hit the bottle.

My Shadow that opposite
That never falters, always
With my every move. A
Majestic Companion that
Caresses each delicate move.

Always near never are we
Far apart, I couldn't wish
For a partner that follows
Each and everyone of my
moves, synchronicity is
Flawless in each part.

You Follow me with out
Question, each move is
Synchronicity upon feet,
You are my muse upon
Feet, we dance together
Like shadow and feet.

You are more precious than any gem,
your lustre tops them all.
You are as pleasant to gaze upon,
as the change from Spring to Fall.
But, though, to your beauty,
there is little to compare,
There is so much more depth
to what makes you so fair.
Few can boast being
your equal in cunning,
Which your humility makes
all the more stunning.
You are so very clever,
with no lack of intelligence,
Which helps make your appeal
to like minds so immense.
When you see that another
is in need of compassion,
You don't hesitate to show
you care in prompt fashion.
You are clearly dedicated
to all that you do,
The benefits of which
will be great,
to be true.
An example of extraordinary excellence of sort,
Merely your presence provides thorough comfort.