Uncertainties arise every look:
of doubt, of despise, of madness...
... of fury, of aggression and of extermination.

Offenses are spat out
by similares mouths
to those of whom the words
strike so cruelly.

Too pure for me;
this reality is too terrible.
It makes me die blind of facts
– acts on behalf of peace:
false, inconvenient... and ordinary peace!

Men **** each other every day,
but they never did it so ruthlessly
as they do currently. And all is so insensitive.
I doubt a lot of our hearts.

Reflections are what I have left,
because I'm too fragile to change.
And I don't wanna lose myself in this world
neither I wish to write about its reality.

Too crazy for us;
this thought is too inhuman.
It makes me cry because of acts
– facts told by a bloke:
irreal, stale... and poetic bloke!

Made from paper & some ink but it's worth quite a lot
It effects those it touches & those it does not
It's the cause of arguments & fights
& not enough of it, then out go the lights
It's hard to believe it's not even alive
We use it to help us survive
It gets copied & distorted
& across seas, it's sometimes transported
When it arrives it's exchanged
To this different appearance
Large amounts might require a government clearance
It can ruin lives & destroys happiness
I know it's hard to believe this
People lose their houses without it
& others are just happy with the change in your pocket
It's really the reason for theft crimes
Just trying to get by in troubling times
Working for it never seems to stop
& still not enough is made to get all you need
Which limits how much you buy when you shop
Barely enough food for the mouths you feed
Leaving little left for you to pay that bill
Stress & worries soon to follow
& down your cheeks tears begin to spill
Now your account is way too low
We underestimated its true value
It's definitely the root of all evil
If you let it control you
It will never be shared equally
To all the people
Which us sad & crummy
Maybe it'll give you a luxurious life or maybe no life at all
& what the beast is known as is MONEY
Don't let it be your downfall

Father God
The world has provoked my heart into anger
My people happily marrying
Drinking their affairs asunder

Slavery never ends as masters of Earth continue to be Earthly
Working on the eyes, people-pleasing
While hiding their hearts in the dust and the dreadfully *****

I pray the dust of the Earth seek Your purging
See through the fangs of night,
Love illuminating

Let me be home, into your peace; a nourishing swarm
Rest my head against You like a babe, nestled in your arms

Rescued my hand to hold
Place my heart in Your hands
Pierce through heart and soul
Love Incorruptible

I do not care about fame
I do not care about wealth

All these materialistic needs are just making me sick

What I do care about is making it

Surviving, to tell a tale
And being able to be proud of it.

High off Love
Rich estate
Feeling so high
Suffocate
Foolish cries
It's never too late
Even truths tell lies
There's no escape
Love is pain
As so is fate
Can't stop; the pressure
Still trying to endure
All of this dead weight
Sometimes coming back
Is way too late.

The light from the stars glistened off or her eyes, making appear even brighter. Something I never imagined possible.

As we walked, sounds of oceans waves, crashing against the sandy beaches orchestrated a symphony of sounds we’ve never heard. It created a tremendous sound that echoed throughout our bodies, as huge waves of clashed against beach shore, colliding with the mammoth stones, protecting the shoreline.

That sound, such power and grace, raged on throughout the night.

The air was cool; salty and damp from the ocean’s mist. The crickets creaked and whistled, as if calling to each other in a synchronized harmony.

Bullfrogs croaked loudly; as if abruptly belching. Yet, perfectly in sync.

Each sound, in perfect harmony, echoing off of each other, dissipating into the sounds of the hollowing breeze, brushing against huge the paddled shaped leaves of the Palms trees surrounding the beach.
The taste of salt, tainted the flavor of our lips.  The fresh aroma of ripe  mangos, still lingers; on our fingertips, and lips.

Moments ago, the rich sweet creamy juice drip uncontrollably. Pouring our from the sides of fruit, slowly pooling in the palms; after dripping from my lips. Other drops, seep though the corners of my hand, falling to the ground, seeping through cracks of the black sand.

We laugh. I smile, because this time when you smile - it seems as if your smile is wider than your face. Finally.

The view is amazing.

Strong winds still pulling at the trucks of the trees. Bending and throwing them, back and forth, helplessly – they sway to the unyielding wind; their trunks bending under the weight of the harsh ocean wind. Leaves thrash violently; the swinging and swaying of the branches created a unique sound, the hollowed across the midnight, carried by the arms of the wind, cascading across the colorless sky.  

The sounds, were overwhelming.

Off in the distance, strains of white light beaming down a small accumulation of clouds, illuminating the water’s edge; the dim beams of light dancing over the crest of the waves, swaying and shifting effortlessly against each other. The current pulling them, as they drift in the throws of the ocean; glittering and glistening, as they seemly dive over waters edge, spilling off of the earths surface, never to be seen again.

The thought alone, is priceless.