Death hurts. Death makes us alive. Sometimes. Sometimes, living hurt more than death. Suddenly, deep compassions has arrive like a merchant ship from the East The day the oceans evaporated into an unknown skies, we became humans again. We died too, with our souls. The day a bird of prey took away the only child … Continue reading PHOENIX RISE
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FOR A MOMENT
I thought I was a failure For a moment I thought Life has not been fair to me Maybe, I was not paying attention to The little things in my life that makes me Feel complete rest with the Earth-Maker. For a moment I thought I made it Here, by my own strength Looking deep, … Continue reading FOR A MOMENT
WHAT GOOD IN A FALL?
what good in a fall? someday, you will understand. you will grow up to understand that, sometimes, you need a real fall; crushing your bones on the concrete floor, breaking to pieces, like Humpty Dumpty, on the side- walk of life. when you've learned to pick yourself up, you will appreciate the struggle; embracing the … Continue reading WHAT GOOD IN A FALL?
SAVIORS AND HEROES
see. faces of men, dancing in pale shadows of sadness. Faces of men, in quiet cemeteries; buried in worn out emptiness and poverty. beautiful cities of men, losing its glories, through decades of silence. we sadly waits for the birth of a savior, to rescue us all, from the wreckage of yesterday. Oh, tell me … Continue reading SAVIORS AND HEROES
WONDERLAND, OUR LAND
We are all travelling on the same path This road is haunted by demons and Lucifer Like wounded horses and its horsemen, Our flesh gave up on us Our eyes failed from doubts and unbelief Tear drops, tear drops; we are drowned in fear Our spirit smell the sweet waters, beyond this darkness O' the … Continue reading WONDERLAND, OUR LAND
THE LIES OF THE RICH MAN – MY STORY
I was a little boy With a dream, in Africa The rich man stood standstill, with his entourage; Pointed his hand on me, to Inquire about my parents. His direct gaze on my innocent soul, scared the hell out me. One of the guys stretched his hand, pointing to the apartment which directly faced the … Continue reading THE LIES OF THE RICH MAN – MY STORY
SCARS AND ROSES
If the door slides open And you have the chance To walk through the edges Of a friends secret past; You've been handed with great Opportunity to see and heal It is unwise to summon strangers To visit this cherished museum, of scars. The world would be a better place If friends and love ones … Continue reading SCARS AND ROSES
