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Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Rare trees and abandoned homes
Where doors are full of bullet holes
And the wicked sun tries to dye the paint
On the walls that smell like a salty water
Of the place where mermaids sang to Ulysses.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Traffic jams
giant malls
toxic environment
Everyone is in a hurry
Even the guys filling the air with Hari Rama
Brining hope for no one
And money for beneficiaries.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
I escaped to the peaceful land
It keeps me rested and maybe a bit bored
So I take a train to a bigger city when needed.
I am still learning how to love all the places
Find a light in the darkness
And the Golden Ratio in the chaos.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
And I am trying to be the one.
11/06/2022
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Here is a potion, solves it all.
Within a shot from being a marshmallow
Don’t think about the highest call,
To be so ordinary — hell no!
While viscous world surrounds us,
And stairs feel like the foggy clouds,
Let’s walk up to Olympic gods,
With ears full of the graceful sounds.
Then, jump into the sacred flame —
The proper goal for a marshmallow.
This is the love, this is the fame,
This is the end, my dear fellow.
26/11/2022
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They often ask me (By the way
Who are mysterious ‘they’):
The poetry is useless ,
So what for are you doing it?
What do you want to tell us, bro,
Just take this cardboard bio straw,
Drink what you ordered, take a seat
(Why are you also drinking it?).
I’m being asked along my way,
How do you live your normal day,
How do you sleep, my friend, at night;
Are you above this all alright?
Okay, first yes. But no. But yes.
It’s hard to comprehend I guess.
I write a poem, it’s a game,
Like Britney. Oops, did it again.
And, day by day I try my best
To spoil with all this stuff my rest.
It’s kind of fun I should admit
(Or why I’m still like doing it?).
I take a word, another one,
I feel the rhythm, like beating drum,
Continuing, I cannot quit.
That’s answer why I’m doing it.
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In joint veritas
They said
I’m so agreed
Because why not
I mean
The way
It sounds to me
Or maybe just
because I’m high
26 December 2023
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Award
A war
Furious god
Not a bodyguard
Take a sword
Award
Screens
Scream
While scrolling
The sky is falling
On children
The nation is hidden
It’s a tearing world
Award
For you
For me
For everyone
Just take the gun
Or analogue of any sort
Donation is an action word
Award
It isn’t snow
Even it’s white
It’s ash
Of those who couldn’t hide
What’s on their minds?
And what on yours?
Fear? Not?
Just drop the cord
Put poetry on altar
Like a sword
It’ll end the war
It’s your
Award
16/12/2022
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There are the days
When everything seems fine,
But on the calm water
There is a shark fin.
Just like you,
Smiling at me,
It could possibly mean
That am dramatically wrong.
2 June 2022
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