Jesus

is d Dead sea dead

is d Jesus a fiction

is d Gospel a truth

is the Mary a Virgin

am i human to question

am i man to know

am i getting into sanity

am i into purgatory route

Candles in da rain

dear brother,

we never met

dear brother

we won't meet

dear brother

i remember u

dear brother

i know u

dear brother

have some faith

dear brother

have some fun

dear brother

ur not alone

dear brother

u have hope

cheers

The Gym of Mind

as unpoetic as i am

as unrealistic as i am

as unholistics as i am

as undead as i am



logic defy the human emotion

image defy the animal characteristic

tragedy defy the moral synthesis

imagination defy the myth membrane

This track to Rome

in the days of months end

in the hours of sun's end

wither flows this mirror of zen

wither flows this myriads of sense

in the years of lifeless longing

in the settings of trackless route

wither flows this disbeliever of Gods

wither flows this unpaid honest living

Thoughts

"this too shall pass"

"reasoning to explain the unexplainable"

"seasonal senses of belonging to the unborn"

"flow my mind into a free fall"

Radiance without substance

the soltices of life

the apex of nature

the orientation of sense

the surrealty of fate

the celebration of end

the laughter of dead

the barriers of hades

the declination of eternity

Icarus

In a circle of sand dune

the players are but mere pawns

the leader a mound of misfortune

In totality it breeds a contempt

In the same sand dune myth

the players are huddled in shadow

the leader a mound of self-destruct

In totality it manifest into hatred

In the outer ringside of dune

the players bask sun soaked glory

the leader a mound of resurrection

In totality it spreads the wisdom

In far side of sand dune

the players watch the insanity

the leader a mound of solitaire

In totality its the reality