Hey girls,
What's up, boys?
on, little cup of tea —
Maybe forty, maybe eighty.
on.
n stay at home alone
With tea, or maybe something... no.
real life with love —
No God, no rules, no thoughts.
not good,
But we have a choice, a voice.

A million boys, a million girls,
We have a choice, we have a voice.
A choice to be clean, a choice to be free —
My voice is heard, my voice is heard.

We're not over people —
We're just people
Who want love,
Who want part.
over people.

I can't look backstage at the performance,
My eyes close from Sin City.
want to be more pretty,
But I can't.
ult in me —
In my heart it's cold.
e of opinion
In this laid-back world?

My spirit is more clean,
But you just can't be clear.
n be honest with Mom,
We can be honest with Dad —
They maybe won’t understand,
And it makes me upset

A million boys a million girls
we have a choice we have a voice

If i close my eyes
with you laying on my chest
tiny yet so big
I may drift to sleep

Your smile lights up the room
you show me your toy
a simple spatula is enough
for you

You make me wonder
how wonderful the world
could be if
it became a bit more colorful

if we opened our eyes
to the sights we get to behold
the beautiful blue skies  
And the creations we have made

A child
not yet corrupted
you ground me to a world
the feels like its spinning oh too fast

thank you for that

The world sleeps so still,  
peaceful in its ignorance  
screams fall like petals...

World in chaos
life must go on
I planted tomatoes this morning

The world lies serene from up here,
bright blinding lights
seem dim,
people like insects, crawling
insects like dust, clinging
and scuttling to their dark corners.
A place above all
where I can forget.
As I watch my feet swing
over the edge,
I'm not scared nor sad,
not thrilled either,
Just am.

They laughed when he showed up
with a résumé in hand.
Tail tucked, horns sanded down,
wore a tie, shook hands.

“I used to tempt kings,
whispered wars into ears.
Now I scroll headlines
and choke back tears.”

He tried marketing
but humans were better
at selling lies with smiling teeth
and discount codes for sin.

He applied for politics
but found the position filled
by those who make devils
blush in admiration.

Tried tech
but algorithms already knew
how to addict, divide,
and hollow out souls
with precision.

Even in war,
they no longer need whispers.
They bomb hospitals
and call it strategy.
He offered corruption.
They offered quarterly targets.

“They don’t need me anymore,”
he sighed to the clerk.
“They’ve mastered the craft.
I was just a spark
They made it an industry.”

Now he wanders,
CV in flames,
hoping someone will want
a washed-up fallen angel
who simply can’t compete
with modern man.

when we taxonomically



think about the world





we become blind







to our humanity