Last night I dreamt of a pale person, Sweating, running away hysterically, There was some sort of smoke behind, Vague but hazardous shadows lurking. In the dream I saw his torn clothes, And the rush of blood of a fresh wound, Collapsed on the earth of this woodland, No sense of life! And the shadows retreated in utmost joy. Thursday, 18 th of September 2014
Age with infamous Time and a bit of coincidence, Led to the twisted establishment of rare people, Soon to become in moralities: identical, forgetful, In imaging techniques: extraordinary, deplorable, In personality: questions and absolute confusions, Many whom I have walked past; none have I met, And so I be, a person shaped into another being, These long-lasting writing have almost tricked me, No further will I generate a personality out of me, Personifying a personification I found on the streets, If so be it, me - an individual of you, quite homeless. Sunday, 19th of June 2011
Will the kings ever rise above a cumulonimbus cloud And speak some sense to the sky that covers their land? Or has the knowledge been removed from the crowd To teach us that once upon a time we were a grain of sand? Will the kings ever meet the commoners for a cup of tea And become an image of true nobility that does not decay? Or has nobility formed soldiers to mix blood with the sea To teach a supposedly sick society how to humbly betray? Will the kings ever show their true loving fatherly face And form a pact with us who hold them so dearly? Or have they started fearing our knowledge and race To never teach us our own magnificent history so clearly? Sunday, 05 th of July 2015
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