The great cosmic turning of time
allows for a creature to spark and disappear  
unseen unknown after a generation or two
but a small contribution uniquely made
in the great sweep of histories house
which in its finite life breathes, then dies
leaving its art for those that follow
and they say, 'we are you and you us'.

we share the same beach
and if you shift
I shift too
we are the one beach
riding the same tides

I love the Dandylions  
their yellow manes
the colour of Easter-tide
where the Daffodils give way.

Today was my birthday

And I barely remember what I did
But I was surrounded by those I love

Today was my birthday

And I didn't get very many gifts
But what I got was just enough

Today was my birthday

And I didn't go anywhere special
But I was surrounded by those I love

**And it was just perfect enough

All it takes is one
gesture of love once a day
for the rest of days.

This new world order
is more like disorder.
such a serious disorder
psychological disorder!
There's no more Syria
all is left is Fearia
and here in Serbia
it's the State of Disturbia
we're severely disturbed,
our minds are polluted
we're like half-people,
alive but executed.
Some big sharks
sharp their teeth on our bones.
World is again invaded by fascists
or their even worse clones!