At nights my eyes burn
Midnight meetings with a sheep
Praying with free tongue
The walls are my shrink.
Playing with riddles
Bargaining with nothing
On behalf of my flesh
Addicted to suffering.
......
I taught you to think, to attain your clever.
I gave you the greater, the power, the pleasures.
I am the prince of this world and a god of freedom.
I bestow unto you, your riches and values, your own arboretums.
Pointing fingers and slack-less triggers.
How is the blame mine when you are the sinners?
Struck by the heel that I breathed liberty into.
Only fools long deliverance for a decision irrevocably due.
......
We’re all walking stories in this book of life,
Going through moments of peace and strife;
All having their own different phases,
Turning the pages and changing faces;
Every person on a different page,
Of different stages of calm and rage;
Trying to find the ending we deserve,
Doing our best to keep the sanity preserved;
Some coping with the tragedy awaited,
Some getting lured into the traps all baited;
......
You had an
aberrant flamboyance of vision
The turning of the year
mattered not to you
And all the things that weighed heavy on me
this worst of years
You said no, I didn't understand:
because the stag beetle still flies,
and the glaciers are not here
Did I not remember Pech Merle
......
Some people say I am rude, mean, a bully even.
They ask me if I get happy when insulting people, as if I am that cruel.
Well…
What they don't realize is quite basic human psychology.
Obviously something their limited brains can not handle.
Our words often describe us more than the person we insult.
Now is this true all the time? No.
It's just something to consider when someone says something about you that is not true.
Now, is it wrong to be straightforward with others?
I think you might get several different answers.
......
You had an
aberrant flamboyance of vision
The turning of the year
mattered not to you
And all the things that weighed heavy on me
this worst of years
You said no, I didn't understand:
because the stag beetle still flies,
and the glaciers are not here
Did I not remember Pech Merle
......
At nights my eyes burn
Midnight meetings with a sheep
Praying with free tongue
The walls are my shrink.
Playing with riddles
Bargaining with nothing
On behalf of my flesh
Addicted to suffering.
......
I taught you to think, to attain your clever.
I gave you the greater, the power, the pleasures.
I am the prince of this world and a god of freedom.
I bestow unto you, your riches and values, your own arboretums.
Pointing fingers and slack-less triggers.
How is the blame mine when you are the sinners?
Struck by the heel that I breathed liberty into.
Only fools long deliverance for a decision irrevocably due.
......
In the eyes of a child,
Life is a wonder,
a kaleidoscope of colors,
each day a new adventure,
laughter echoing in the air,
every moment, a treasure.
The scholar sees it differently,
a puzzle of questions,
each answer a stepping stone,
......
Some people say I am rude, mean, a bully even.
They ask me if I get happy when insulting people, as if I am that cruel.
Well…
What they don't realize is quite basic human psychology.
Obviously something their limited brains can not handle.
Our words often describe us more than the person we insult.
Now is this true all the time? No.
It's just something to consider when someone says something about you that is not true.
Now, is it wrong to be straightforward with others?
I think you might get several different answers.
......