Old man

If i could I would better

And I've tried in vain

But some things are against nature

Some things god did not ordain

For us humans to be civil

And for humanity to lack the pain

God would have killed the riddle

And built us ugly again and again

So when the youth revolt in anger

I lie inert, a lifeless golem 

Because my life has lost its anchor

And I discovered how much it's random

The land, the people, the grandiose delude

The belief, and certainity of the stupid

There is neither meaning nor is a route

That makes a meaning astute

I used to be one of you

But everything now is so bland

I used to be you

But the time broke my last stand

Now I draw lines on the beach

And waves come and go both sides

All is either blackwashed or bleached

And my name no longer resides

An imp in lands of thieves

A giant in lands of death

A knight in lands of grieves

A beggar in lands of wealth

Lost in body and soul

Depressed with no real cause

My loss is as common as any

I am but one in many

The Truth

The sun does not shine

The moon does not appear

These are myths and revile

And all knows what is real

As science says it's her smile

And God says it's her warmth

And devil says she's his fire

And people call her their North

And though I'm not a poet

Still words come on their own

And despite I cannot show it

Our bond makes it known

I love you beyond lovers' poems

And beyond mere feelings

Your love guides people to unseen realms

And gives me what everyone is seeking

Eternal, deep, and divine

Praise be your great design

Eternal, deep, and divine

I'll pray everyday in your shrine

The indifferent world

Anger dwells
Peace floats
Love drowns
Cash flows

Time will pass
God will fall
People will die
So will us all

Thoughts are changing
Beliefs are torn
But without my fire
I am nothing at all

Hear my words
Heed my verdict
God is dead
Evil rules them all

Knock Knock

Knock Knock..

I am the end of tomorrow,

The ghost of yesterday,

The moment of regret

The pain of today

I am the beauty the springs borrow

The silver lining in air

The waves that beset

The dream in a nightmare

I am the hand that knocks

And the mind that flies away

I am the devil in Prada

Or so they say

Knock Knock..

At eight O'clock

The flight takes off

Flying to another nest

Another evil act in the way

Men earun nice

Women earun honest 

And promises earun kept

Until I came this day

Knock Knock..

We all act in a play