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Aug 2021 · 97
Art school reject
Syd Aug 2021
Despite my painting skills and the passion ,
Upon which my fate rests .
They have rejected me in a regular fashion !
It's life with its horrible tests .

I will redraw borders and the world map !
My motherland will no longer put up with crap !
Not me
Aug 2021 · 206
We will fight till death
Syd Aug 2021
The smell of blood, the whiff of gun powder carries me away

We drink our enemies blood and make them drown in fear

We move under the cover of night and fight during the day

By God, they will lose and our faith shall never disappear
Aug 2021 · 69
Wear your suicide vest
Syd Aug 2021
Lets set out to explode, literally !
Wear your suicide vest , boy.
We will defeat them, definitely !
Their destruction is our joy.

They have taken everything we cared for !
Heaven waits for us , death is only a door !

Bye, go on son, it's your only chance
It's your fate and our circumstance
Aug 2020 · 57
Age of Nihilism
Syd Aug 2020
Every root is cut, separated from the tree.
A sightless future and desecrated history.
Every sacred value is being torn apart.
Despair lives and dwells in every heart.
Reason is biased and a subject too.
It cannot tell what's false or true.
What does creation of art and value mean ?
Is value simply what's new and unseen ?
If you take away every standard bearer.
Nothing will prosper or be clearer.
Aug 2020 · 88
Dance and pray
Syd Aug 2020
Dance in ecstasy and delight.
Forget what's right, be a little crazy.
Free your senses and free the mind.
Never be confined nor fear consequences.
It's your own way , so have your say.
Pray or dance the night away .

Ta da .
Syd Aug 2020
Nobody wins and nobody loses.
As everyone dies in the end.
Life is a form of non existence.
As before birth and after death.
People hold on to life with hope.
In the mosques and churches.
In the temples and synagogues.
Some take drugs, others drink to death.
Some have careers, others are carefree.
Some ignore it, others philosophize.
How eagerly we avoid despair.
Yet life is nothing short of a tradegy.
It's all okay in a way.
Aug 2020 · 148
Tribute to the Lizard King.
Syd Aug 2020
Feel the Indian ghosts, see Mr Mojo rising.
A drunken poet , a shaman is dancing.
A Priest of Dionysian temple falls.
The crowd is awe struck and in epiphany.
His poetry reminds you of Rimbaud.
He was destined for self destruction.
To be buried in a graveyard of artists.
Aug 2020 · 91
Look in the fridge.
Syd Aug 2020
Look in the fridge for coke and ice.
A plate of fish slice should suffice.
And two bowls of brown cooked rice.
Eat unhealthy and ignore all advice.
Silly stuff
Syd Aug 2020
He revels in festivity.
He loves evil and creativity.

The pleasure of eternal damnation.
To live life with condemnation.

The acceptance of one's own nature .
To take life for a misadventure.
Aug 2020 · 176
Haiku : Lost
Syd Aug 2020
Why am I so lost ?
In an endless fog of doubt.
Reach and hear me out.
Aug 2020 · 90
Scarlet Woman
Syd Aug 2020
She sold her beauty on a bed.
She would stare and hold herself.
Her breath was warm and red.
Her room had mirrors and a shelf.
Aug 2020 · 668
Syd Aug 2020
Sunrise to sunset.
I miss every lonely star.
They are far yet close.
Aug 2020 · 92
Life is absurd
Syd Aug 2020
The world has been caught in a storm .
Since antiquity and forever.
As old cultures merge and new form.
Each claims to be lofty and clever.

There's a way out of this confusion.
Transcend your world and it's history.
Any firm understanding is an illusion.
Life is absurd and a mystery.
Aug 2020 · 487
I sat on a chair
Syd Aug 2020
I sat on a chair.
But fell as l didn't care.

Placed my face on the seat.
Felt the moisture and heat .

I hurled it across the room.
Beat it with a wooden broom .

Paced and ran circles around.
Felt dizzy and fell on the ground.
Aug 2020 · 105
We are but fate
Syd Aug 2020
Fate is to us as seeds are to trees.
We arrive in chains and leave with guilt.

As time stretches and our life shortens.
We barely exist to see our own demise.

All pleasures of life seem void.
Life's burden seems needless.

Consolation takes countless forms.
Mankind parts and each to his own.

— The End —