The day you begin to feel the cold,
Is the day you are starting to get old.
I couldn't bear anything on my feet,
But now I wear socks in bed and cover them with a sheet.
I always went naked to bed,
But now I wear pajamas instead.
Archetyping of the psyches
Cultural background
Understanding of mankind
Might be not that sound
Trends of music
And the fashions
And opinions
Phenotypes of generations
Rights of various citizens
Models of behaviour
And of interaction
Parties of the politics
Of the whole are fractions
Modern sociology
Paradigms of business
The profession choices
And awareness
Of the how they see us
People do belong to groups
In this quantum grouping
By this wrongly the machine
In its loop it's looping
Can you really to exist
Outside of system
Where for this you're profile
But it's lacking wisdom
What if service is illegal
That's for cyber court
To defend you from the AI
Prove you ain't the bot
Check checkbox
For contracts yours
With the their robot
What for is the Cyber Force
Donut?
It is what is coded on my DNA
It is the rhythm of my heartbeat
It is what is engraved on my soul
It is what is written in my anthology
It is my medicine
"MEDICINE "
Yeah, I think that is the perfect word to describe what art means to me
For all the times I felt the urge to down my anti-depressants with alcohol
But chose to bleed on pages instead
For all the times I wanted to curse God for all my pain
But decided to turn my prayers into a poem instead
For the time art kept me company in the midst of my dark hours
For that one time when music bandaged my wounds
And when Phora's album made me feel like I had a companion
Like I an not the only one experiencing this hell
Art saved me
~ Instead of ~
S ome
P eople
A te
M ud
The Dying—do not question—
If Heaven waits—or Not—
Their Lips mouth Hallelujah—
The Soul—what it Forgot—
The Church provides a Compass—
Though Maps—are rarely True—
We Pilgrims—clutch a Candle—
And call the Darkness—Blue—
A grave—becomes a Promise—
The Dust—a kind of Trust—
And Nothingness—is padded—
With Hymns—we learned to trust—
Yet—Somewhere—in the Silence—
A Skeptic—counts the Stars—
And finds—amongst Oblivion—
No Fear—as soft-- as ours --
When I am dead,
all the things I wrote,
all the things I said,
that made you criticize,
irritated and distressed,
made you uncomfortable
in your heart and the head,
will become dearer,
be the sorrow a real good measure,
will bring tears
if you let the thought stand nearer
and will turn into love instead.
The love that I wanted and you
did not understand.
(27.03.2025)
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
A dreamlike sound to my ears
That irreplaceable new car smell
Not known for many years
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
I'm driving a brand new jalopy
With all the bells and whistles
My mood is feeling really free
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Musta died and gone upstairs
Slapped myself, yup I'm awake
Sitting in my underwear
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Jumped up at the stroke of six
Forgot my knickers so here I sit
I'm now in a terrible fix
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
People start to gather around
To know if I like my new jalopy
Hope they don't look down
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Drove off with a confident air
Enjoying my moment of ecstasy
Wind messing up my hair
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Moments like these are rare
So very few times in a lifetime
Noticing all the stares
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
A dreamlike sound to my ears
That oh so yummy new car smell
Missed it for too many years
The heaviest guilt inside
in never that easy to hide;
just think how the conscience
will react to a false pretense!
And instead of doing wrong,
you could have been kind
avoiding conflict and move along:
can untrue words rhyme in a song?
The laughter of a cheater
is always a heartbreaker:
when it contradicts belief
and leaves one in disbelief!
And instead of being jealous
you should be glad you have me;
get a clearer vision of what can be
and stop being so ridiculous!
The harm done can't be undone,
can an apology spare a loss?
Put down all the stones, it's your loss:
trust is not earned with a rude tongue!
And instead of doing wrong,
show your kindness, not anger;
admit that weakness is the worst fear,
admit that courage makes one strong!
Why the judge blew his own
brains out because he refused
to go through on ciro Gargano
corruption packet abuse
of power gross negligence
excessive bullying and
organized crime the judge
sat under a tree put a
shotgun in his mouth
and bam he decided to
blow his own brains out
there you have it children
gathered around parents
corruption is a serious
criminal intent i will never
ever fear bullying from
corruption under ciro
gargano arson murderer
of nine orders falsifying
documents bullying
intimidation by arson
murderer of 9 I will never
fear your threats on
license plates this resulted
in the Judge blowing his
own brains out sorry Ciro
Gargano stop killing your
twisted hell on earth
9 nails 9 needles 9 pins
9 dead judges 9 elderly
persons perished in the fires
Walking and thinking and clearing my head
Facing my demons or lying instead
Even the flowers that smile as I pass
Seem to be deep in debate with the grass
Something about every cloud in the sky
Blue as the ocean, now catches my eye
Somewhat distracting to silence my thought
Can’t break this beast so forever distraught
Yet, as the sun makes its morning debut
Helping me see that my problems are few
I realize what good fortune can be
I am alive and the world is for me
Love still exists if I open my mind
I can then solve every puzzle I find
Funny how demons know only the dark
Never to whistle the song of a lark
Now as I stroll with a head filled of light
Nature applauding my goal now in sight
Walking yet gliding, my wings fully spread
No need for lying, I’m flying instead
She pertained all pure and fragile resemblance,
her eyes brown like the melting bubbles of magnum, soothing minds and souls
years of my teenagehood,
when nothing mattered
but I only the glow of her innocents to my face,
the only which completed the worth of my waking days
held tight to my chest,
was her empty shell,
a hole in mommy mind.
Dunes and caves,
ruins of my recklessness
for I chose to love with my mind
instead of my heart
Get angry sometime,
don't hold it inside...
and instead of being sweet,
slap me hard in the face
to make me feel disgrace
My intentions were bad,
I put you aside
more than once,
forgetting your needs;
you cried and were afraid:
I was having so much fun,
you were shedding painful tears:
you longed for the brightest sun!
Chase me and find
the place of my cheats,
my playboy's ways
haven't changed;
and instead of being sweet,
take me back to reality:
explain to me that
I can't be running to others
and be proud of this feat...
while you wait to hold hands!
Don't be silent,
and don't allow me to cheat,
state your intent;
and instead of being sweet,
turn my temptation
into faithfulness,
boost my ambition
and make me yours!
Get angry sometime,
don't hold it inside...
and instead of being sweet,
slap me hard in the face
to make me feel disgrace!.
My intentions were bad,
I have put you aside
more than once,
neglecting your needs;
you cried and were afraid:
I was having so much fun,
you were shedding painful tears:
you longed for the brightest sun!
Chase me and find
the place of my cheats,
my playboy's ways
haven't changed;
and instead of being sweet,
take me back to reality:
explain to me that
I can't be running to others
and be proud of this feat...
while you wait to hold hands!
Don't be silent,
and don't allow me to cheat,
state your intent;
and instead of being sweet,
turn my temptation
into faithfulness,
boost my ambition
and make me yours!
Katie was upset because she lived far away
Her job was lousy, she had no money for a rainy day
She asked her brother Rich for money but he said “sorry, no”.
Her mother had to die without her, for Katie had no way to go
Two years later she sent a letter to the executor, her brother.
Please, she said, “could I please have the ruby ring of our mother?”
Rich sold the house, and forgot to share proceeds with her, not one two-bit.
He told her that his wife had the ring, and loved it, so she could not have it.
Years later she saw the ring on the finger of a woman on a bus in Lurr.
She said “My mom used to have one just like it, it is beautiful, for sure.
Ring-wearer asked, “Is your name Katie? Are you from uptown Ming?
Katie nodded her head, and the woman handed her the ruby ring.
Your brother and I once were married, she said.
But he is a selfish man, stingy even in his head.
I was coming to Ming to find you and give you this ring.
Katie felt her mother with her that day, her soul began to sing.
to free this specter from its host
caught in a body like bear trap
a house made of arms that can't let go
my hearth’s flame is selfish,
unwilling to part with smoke
without separation i will choke
at the memory of a pleasant smog
sewn into the wrists of silver tinged fingers
there is rust in my bloodstream
the wear and tear of my engine
corrodes away a heart that
deserves to be at peace
so please exorcise me with shock
i felt you’d never want to leave
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