Infamy
An attempt to cheat mortality
And live forever

an effigy
Uranus, his jester privilege
The worm that turns

Infinite streams
An inner world
Which is?

Formless, Limitless
aurelian thread;
Immortality’s proxy.

He could be so rich,
he could be so rich in money,
so rich in girls,
so rich in fame,
but I know,
that I will forever be richer.
For I have one thing that he doesn't,
I have Jesus.

Ambition is: not

valuing yourself enough --


It is a defect.

With a broad chest
a ******* tongue
beautiful feathers, a hot breath
and a forked tongue
they live on our skin

We little ***** rats in the eyes
of the screaming crowd
that rattles the fences
in the zoo, the cages
in which we are trapped

The gorillas who clear the way
the hyena who says she is helping
the peacock who dresses our hair
the dragon for our image and
the hissing of the tour manager

Don't step on their tails
and don't feed them, please
Just let their airs
explode, no more ground
beneath their feet

Vanity lights.
Production sets.
Heat on high.
Dim lit.
Fame is all in your head.

Truffles in the air.
Wine stained carpets.
Knife over the bed.
Lipstick bruises.
The low numbers aren't fair.

A throbbing migraine or two.
Smoke envelopes the halls.
Hushhh, play another lullaby.
Of course not all dreams come true.
There'll always be a new one, more than you.

People's fame only

lasts a short time, that I learned --


from theatre plays.

Don't waste your time on play and fun,
if yourself you want to carry.
To wealth and fame you should make a run,
before you are to marry.

In younger days you have a chance to make your life succeed, but if you wait there will come a day from work you shall retreat.

For precious time is gliding by in Winter, Spring and Fall,
in Summer time you should relax as time does bind us all.

Don’t sit and think and take a chance on things you can’t relate, a narrow mind will only end behind an iron gate.

So look above but not too high, not where the kings are sitting, the higher the eye of heavens will rise,
the closer it is to setting.

On stormy days avoid the wind when rules do not apply,
no mortal soul shall have it all, for all are doomed to die.

fame is a double-edged sword,
the greatest of earthly temptations;
if you are the one they adore,
you're also the one that they hate on.
you change so they wouldn't get bored,
but they always run out of patience;
it happens too quick, it takes you too long,
it makes you look weak, yet somehow too strong,
and all that you give them, no matter how real,
they'll deem it a cheap imitation
and say it's a shame
that you've fallen so low.
can't say that you haven't been warned;
fame is a double-edged sword.