Pots and pans
Ornamental cups
Intricate relics
Pre historic stubs
Paintings, statues
Ancient rumps
Self serving importance
Sapient impotence
Wealth mirage
Painted visage
And us
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Flying to the moon
life, why you are not fair
because of you,
indeed because of you,
I lost that zeal and flair
now flying to the moon
to find tranquility soon
grip slipping away from sanity
slowly becoming a loon
Lessons
It is eight again
getting late again
tempting fate again
love and hate again
Time is quickly passing
as a matter of apparent fact
enough of this lethargy,
grow up, decide and act
expecting something quite different,
while repeating errors the same,
stop being in naivety lane
or pretending to be extremely lame
hard work, courage, determination
discover new meanings, ways
dishonesty, two faces run away
Good deeds will surely stay
Life being hard, get use to it
worrying will not take you far
enjoy these topsy turvy journeys
accomplish, before ashes in a jar
Travel travails
Go fly, in the red sky
end of journey
someone is waiting
to give you flowers
happiness and powers
to change all what is
around us, thus
don’t wait, don’t be late
it is your calling, risk of falling
who cares, destiny dares
grab and go, never show
weakness in the hour of need
thousand minds to feed
inspiration, elation, relation
to love, life, and leaving
as whatever we see here
is fickle, dime and nickel
tease and tickle, compared
to what is waiting,
on the other side, so ride
cross red tide, burning sun
reach limits of the sky, fly
In the tunnel again
After a long time
I entered that tunnel again
Memories are not very kind
Squishing you under their boots
Planted thousand trees without fruit
And my heart was the cheap loot
Was trampled on, crushed uncountable times
Till there was satisfaction, clock chimes
Thirteen and fifth quarter of the hour
Tears replaced water in the shower
Guards ready to fatally shoot from the tower
When I escape emotions prison
with million justifiable reasons
still considered life ending treason
I am forced to enter that tunnel again
And I cry uncontrollably on the first step
No one to console, just me and darkness
lack of colours, mind’s starkness
and ignoring, unobserving, faceless passerby
Unable to lie, to myself or any of you
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Nature grills sapiens
pertinent requisitions
piercing inquisitions
Humanity ignores
convenience sake
No physical pain felt
No catastrophe of worthy dealt
Till now, till now
Waiting for Armageddon
Setting up earthly Eden
with wasted precious source
created in toxic chimneys
poison gathered
being scattered,
land reclaimed,
new destinations proclaimed
Why run to ruins,
what for, blame who
Unanswered, ignored
look the other way
waiting for
an unscheduled
judgement day
Colour of your eyes
Scene never changes
Perhaps ever so slightly
Weather does, mostly
It could be hot or cold
Clouds, sun behold
Snow just scolds
Torrential rain, be bold
Step outside and sing
Whatever the day brings
Never pay attention
to custom and convention
Take down barriers
Returns all couriers
with bland, bad news
Sadness you can refuse
Put happiness in shot fuse
rejoice, entice
all around you,
Love, laughter to bind you
together, forever in a merriment chain
so what, if today is terrible rain
Sun will eventually come out
Smiles will eventually return
People will ultimately have fun
Demons will actually run
away, far, beyond north star
And finally, just on the last day
before judgment is upon us
I can see colour of your eyes
Deep blue, showing pure, true
worth of life, living and love</p>
