Up goes the sun,
you know what that means?
In comes the noise
and out leaves the peace.
Day leaves the side of me
that is sweet.
Armor to shield the snakes coming for me.
Indigo movement for eternity.
Government failing us for we need to speak.
Dragging us down into the crypts of beneath.
A new world of unity our purpose to lead.
Believe in yourself for a real
life that will change the world until
your mark is made and fulfilled.

Wish they'd understand.
Could I live with myself if they don't?
Or go harder and write this message louder.
Fools chasin' these streets and white powder.
This city ain't a place I can show
the art that created my soul.
But it's the only way they'll know.

I'll sing my own funeral song
And attend my wake alone
I'll write and read my eulogy
And drive my hearse home.

I'll sing my own funeral song
Send my own soul to rest
I'll pray over my casket
And mourn my life and death.

I'll sing my own funeral song
Place a single flower on my grave
I'll out myself into the ground
And cover my stilled face.

I am Invincible
I cannot be destroyed
Like a superhero, nothing can stop me
Nothing can get in my way
Nothing will keep me from going on
I will continue
By passing any obstacle in my way
I can power though and stay strong
And nothing, even the darkest of dark times
Can keep me from achieving my goals
There is always a light at the end of every tunnel
I always make it to that light
At the end of the never-ending tunnel
Jumping over the highest of hurdles
Climbing the tallest of mountains
Whatever it takes to reach that final goal
I am Invincible

Sometimes I am as eloquent
as a tomb in a merry park.
Revelers fall silent in my presence.
And when they walk away,
their footsteps on the gravel path,
dumb with forebodings!

At other times I am a wild lily
that had escaped the gardener’s notice,
waltzing with the roses and dahlias,
to the pitch and fall of the breeze.

It disconcerts...
to be thus
conspicuous.

NEW YEAR
And so, a new year begins
With new determination in our endeavors
And a new array of concoctions
Which we hoped, would help our hangovers

A renewed promise for coming events
Not to overindulge in our usual sense
But display a new moderation
To avoid that yearly, consequence
BOEMS BY JA 487

If I don't say it, it's gonna eat me from the inside
If I do say it, it's gonna eat me from the outside
So I write it
Put it in a solid paper cage
For all the other precious misfits to keep safe

Allow me to be a tourist in your head and I'll repay you with the greatest travel book my pen allows.

I am staying ans watching the calm sea
Grey clouds and yellow tree
Thinking about how calous your heart could be
Look at my eyes ans tell me what you see
Is that happiness I am meant to be
You once told me that sadness fits me
But I have to live wild and free
I have always believed that you enjoy seeing me burning
It's raining on the sleepy city and on me
Let the pouring rain annihilate my burning soul.