The monsters were never
under my bed.
Because the monsters
were inside my head.

I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time,
the monster has been me…!

Soft as poached yolk,
nightlights dot the Liffey -
you are a snow dream
in a black gallery.

I found perfection
In every flaws you possessed
In every faults
And every little mistakes you did

I found peace
Within your chaos
Tranquility
In your storm
And a passageway
Of love
In the cracks of your broken heart

- Juju

a new blue tie,
a freshly ironed smile.

a political ****** expression,
a polished pair of leather dress shoes.

the democracy's corruption police,
becomes a system of spoils.

they chose their heirs,
before the election,
even begins.

talents lost in initiatives hands.
respect changes them,
leaving justice behind in the process.

trying to make sense of nothing,
is what this free land has become.

an oligarchic form of life,
and an autocratic vision of the future.

yelling does no good
crying cause you're right
everything went wrong today
i don't wanna live through the night

i.
love enforcement
will pluck my tongue out
if i stutter
on rose colored verses

ii.
hands cuffed
for a misspelled text message
there's a small rebel requiring
lobotomical intervention

iii.
operation success
a manifesto etched
on my full, glowing heart
still as a stone