Where do we go when we die?
Do we become another flock of the birds?
Roaming the earth invisibly
Maybe we fly afar to galaxies
For space is most of our homes
On earth saying we’re from mars
When we die, we shall dance with the stars
Define who we really are
Is our flesh melted from lava?
Our...
Blind Words
Words that are spoken
Has you choking
Cutting rough like a knife
In my eyes, my words are right
Smiling as a reply
Turning my back, you want to die
From the words that are spoken
Blind from the fact that
Reality has a weird definition for me
Saying the wrong words
Hurting you and I...
Dirt
Waking up
To wipe away the dirt from your eyes
Just to build dirt again
Dirt being thrown in your face
Facing this reality of ours
Walking down the street
As you see two women
Holding and strolling a baby
Homeless man digging through trash
Seeing the little boy
Unpacking the briefcase...
Hatred builds
Irritation fills
Noises crash
Through your drums
Your heart fills numb
Storm of ideas
Going through the head
Rushing home
To make this dedication
Stuck in a situation
Wishing to get out
Blindly writing
These rhymes
An author who
Doesn’t contain
His own concept
Cause the literature...