Are you a thorn or are you not?
You sting my stress away with just a touch,
But also make my head to bleed a thought
that you and I belong as such...

as if we were some kind of rose.

Not long ago you said I was the stem,
the one from whom you fed and grew to show
that you and I belong as such....
as if we were some kind of rose





the one who feeds then grows and shows
The two of us ....

In progress..

Life is an ice cube
floating in this glass of Earth
trying to cool it

life is an ice cube
floating and melting each day
in this hellish Earth

Drop
... drop
......drop dead

a single drop of blood,
then it rains

...............drop
.................. drop
.......................drop dead

a single cloud of dark thoughts
then begins to rain

..................drop
.....................drop
..........­..............drop....

Till it rains
the dark thoughts out of your head

........ drop
............drop
...............drop

the idea of dropping dead
Make it rain

flowers in a crown
people gathered round a plaza
a lady stands out

I choose my choices based on my choices
Not on the choices you choose for me to choose

But if you thought that I chose based on yours choices,
I'm sorry,
it's not my fault that some of your choices
somehow ended up being the same as my own.

I'm hunched over pain
trying to straighten my spine

but on the desk, I got
too many problems to solve
and a brain that has lost
all of its spark

I was once on top of my marks
...
Don't know, how I lost my marker.

May be Alzheimer's
is horse riding my back,
pushing me
Closer to death'a
finishing line?