slam the doors and open new ones
shut the old days and throw
once and for all their long attic

and no more crying about it
and never again suffer
need to finish with this once and for all

23.11.18

Lion, Lion, Roaring loud
Wrapped his loved in shroud
With a crack in silence in the crowd
Hear the desperation he has vowed

Loss is stuck in perpetuation
Love gone, he suffers starvation
And it carries throughout all of creation
Come now, watch his imagination

Lion, Lion, crying despair
Listen and you will hear
The loved-ones voices he must bare
Listening with hope and begging in prayer

I feel that humanity has changed a lot.
That the pleasure of sugar is no longer sweet.
I feel that the freedom to imagine the imaginable has been lost.
I feel that the blood in our veins is no longer hot.
What if I scream?
Will someone help me?
The freedom that the human being has to make choices is no longer a priority.
After all, what is the meaning of life?
Why are we born if we die?
Why do we kiss if we suffer?
With each leap with each smile, a world dies.
Someone falls apart, someone is born, somebody needs reach.
I woke up in the morning, combed my hair, looked at me in the mirror without any desire.
I sat under the tree to smell the summer.
As the children asked me about love and its definition
What about love?
Love is now the song we skipped on the playlist.
Love is the main sentiment of every dreamer.
Neither the greatest thinkers in history nor logic can find concrete definitions for feelings.
No one lives without love, so there is hatred.
In each cup we drink the poison of ingratitude.
The flowers are no longer immense.
These all words, figures of style and pleonasm ...
It was just to define how our life can be a great illusion

Perhaps I am an evil man,
Perhaps I am; I cannot tell;
I try to do the best I can,
But know I do not do it well.

Perhaps there is a space for me
In some unknown corner of hell,
Where hope reigns for eternity,
And nothing ever breaks its spell.

For hope is, when all's said and done,
The worst of things a man can suffer;
It keeps us traipsing, one by one,
From one disaster to another.

Perhaps it's best to just give up;
Immerse myself in a life of sin,
Drink good wine, and raise a cup
To my worst enemy- Nigel Finn.

It's really sad to see this world today.
Filled with life miseries of homeless people everyday,
This world today, as I see it - full of hatred, love lost, drugs and so much more.
The saddest part of it all, the users and people are so unsure, their life so blur and eyes so closed all because of one little dose.
This world today, brings tears to my eyes that was once joy.
This world today, brings hatred to those; lost, unloved, unwanted and hidden in a cave.
The tunnel vision that's in ones mind, to see those suffer of pain intertwined.
So in this world today all we can do is pray that life can be better someday.

In your arms I feel safe
In your arms I feel no pain, no suffer
In your arms I feel warm
In your arms I feel no insecurities
In your arms I feel loved
In your arms I feel no fear
In your arms I feel that everything’s is okay
When I am in your arms I feel that you are like a magic pill because you can vanish all the pain, all the suffer, all my fears, all my demons, all my insecurities.
You are magical.

Using mere words to describe what I feel is difficult,
Yet satisfying.
I always knew I was different,
But ‘tis now perhaps time to accept it.
I cherish the memories of the time we spent together;
As they make my future look even brighter.

On a sad day
Or on a lonely night,
I write.
I write to understand my feelings
And to remember that no matter what,
I will love you.
As I go through the infinite landscapes of lush forests
And flowered fields,
Of rising mountains and never-ending streams,
I realise how much I want to live, love and die
Knowing that you are, and will always be by my side.